| Author: | Amarinda Jones | ISBN: | 9781476152394 |
| Publisher: | Scarlet Harlot Publishing | Publication: | June 29, 2012 |
| Imprint: | Smashwords | Language: | English |
| Author: | Amarinda Jones |
| ISBN: | 9781476152394 |
| Publisher: | Scarlet Harlot Publishing |
| Publication: | June 29, 2012 |
| Imprint: | Smashwords |
| Language: | English |
“Bloody hell!” No matter which way she pulled at the dress, it wouldn’t budge. Carlisle was trapped by the scarlet, silk fabric holding firm to her large breasts and shoulders. The worst part was she couldn’t see anything.
“Anyone out there? I need help. I’m stuck.” She called out several times before someone finally answered.
“Stuck in what way?”
Crap. A man. Just who I don’t need. “Is the sales lady out there?” Carlisle struggled to free herself, running into a wall at the
same time. Why did I wear heels today? She regained her balance and kicked off her shoes.
“Nope. Just me,” he reported.
“What are you doing here?” The last place Carlisle expected to find a man was in a women’s clothing store.
He chuckled. “Can’t a man be in a ladies’ boutique?”
Oh, he has a nice laugh. Probably gay if he’s in a boutique. “Well, if a man’s that way inclined, I make no judgments.”
“Yeah you do. You’ve judged I’m gay.”
Fair call. “Are you?”
“Are you?” He answered back.
“I am not.” Carlisle smashed into a wall again. At this rate she was going to rip the dress and have to pay for it by default.
“See how stupid blind judgments are?” “Get the sales lady please.”
“Nope.”
“What? That’s not very chivalrous.”
“She’s out back getting something for me. Besides, I thought modern women could do everything themselves, hence the reason
they no longer required a knight in shining armor to rush to their aid.” “Oh, I see. You’re a smartass.” Perfect. Lovely. Like my life
isn’t complicated enough now.
“This is how I see it, darlin’—”
Crash. “Ow–I’m not your darlin’.”
He laughed again. “Okay, but you need help.” “You’re a man and a possible smartass.” “Correct.” He didn’t sound offended.
Carlisle shimmied and wiggled and held her breath yet she was still trapped. She was hot, flustered, and wanted to cry. “Well, you can’t help.” She stamped her foot.
“Why not?”
“I’m half naked.”
“Ah, I see. While I prefer fully naked in a woman, half- dressed can be fun.”
“Ouch!” Carlisle stumbled once more into the wall. “Are you okay in there?”
“Bloody hell!” No matter which way she pulled at the dress, it wouldn’t budge. Carlisle was trapped by the scarlet, silk fabric holding firm to her large breasts and shoulders. The worst part was she couldn’t see anything.
“Anyone out there? I need help. I’m stuck.” She called out several times before someone finally answered.
“Stuck in what way?”
Crap. A man. Just who I don’t need. “Is the sales lady out there?” Carlisle struggled to free herself, running into a wall at the
same time. Why did I wear heels today? She regained her balance and kicked off her shoes.
“Nope. Just me,” he reported.
“What are you doing here?” The last place Carlisle expected to find a man was in a women’s clothing store.
He chuckled. “Can’t a man be in a ladies’ boutique?”
Oh, he has a nice laugh. Probably gay if he’s in a boutique. “Well, if a man’s that way inclined, I make no judgments.”
“Yeah you do. You’ve judged I’m gay.”
Fair call. “Are you?”
“Are you?” He answered back.
“I am not.” Carlisle smashed into a wall again. At this rate she was going to rip the dress and have to pay for it by default.
“See how stupid blind judgments are?” “Get the sales lady please.”
“Nope.”
“What? That’s not very chivalrous.”
“She’s out back getting something for me. Besides, I thought modern women could do everything themselves, hence the reason
they no longer required a knight in shining armor to rush to their aid.” “Oh, I see. You’re a smartass.” Perfect. Lovely. Like my life
isn’t complicated enough now.
“This is how I see it, darlin’—”
Crash. “Ow–I’m not your darlin’.”
He laughed again. “Okay, but you need help.” “You’re a man and a possible smartass.” “Correct.” He didn’t sound offended.
Carlisle shimmied and wiggled and held her breath yet she was still trapped. She was hot, flustered, and wanted to cry. “Well, you can’t help.” She stamped her foot.
“Why not?”
“I’m half naked.”
“Ah, I see. While I prefer fully naked in a woman, half- dressed can be fun.”
“Ouch!” Carlisle stumbled once more into the wall. “Are you okay in there?”
