| Author: | Mary Suzanne | ISBN: | 9781370514168 |
| Publisher: | Mary Suzanne | Publication: | October 19, 2016 |
| Imprint: | Smashwords | Language: | English |
| Author: | Mary Suzanne |
| ISBN: | 9781370514168 |
| Publisher: | Mary Suzanne |
| Publication: | October 19, 2016 |
| Imprint: | Smashwords |
| Language: | English |
As she walked away, she heard Mitch’s steps behind her. She made her way to the door and could feel his presence behind her. When she placed her key in the lock, she turned to look at him.
"Are you going to invite me in for a drink?" he asked softly.
"It's late, Mitch” She still felt resentment toward him for spending the night with Cynthia.
"I won't stay long, and you can throw me out whenever you want."
She knew she was a fool, but her sensible thinking vanished every time she got near him. "All right, come in.” He followed her into the living room. "Go ahead and fix yourself a drink. I'm going to change into something more comfortable."
Sasha walked from the room and into her bedroom. She stripped off her dress and placed it on a hanger. Her high heels were the next to come off. As she removed a blouse and jeans from the closet, she heard a noise behind her.
She turned swiftly and saw Mitch standing in the doorway, watching her with smoldering eyes. He held two glasses of amber liquid, but it didn't look as if he wanted the drink after all.
"What are you doing?” she reached for her robe.
"Watching you undress,” he answered honestly, his gaze never leaving the curves revealed to him.
"Please wait in the living room, I'll-I’ll be right in.” She knew if he stood there much longer, the evening would end with him making love to her.
Instead of answering, he walked toward her.
As she walked away, she heard Mitch’s steps behind her. She made her way to the door and could feel his presence behind her. When she placed her key in the lock, she turned to look at him.
"Are you going to invite me in for a drink?" he asked softly.
"It's late, Mitch” She still felt resentment toward him for spending the night with Cynthia.
"I won't stay long, and you can throw me out whenever you want."
She knew she was a fool, but her sensible thinking vanished every time she got near him. "All right, come in.” He followed her into the living room. "Go ahead and fix yourself a drink. I'm going to change into something more comfortable."
Sasha walked from the room and into her bedroom. She stripped off her dress and placed it on a hanger. Her high heels were the next to come off. As she removed a blouse and jeans from the closet, she heard a noise behind her.
She turned swiftly and saw Mitch standing in the doorway, watching her with smoldering eyes. He held two glasses of amber liquid, but it didn't look as if he wanted the drink after all.
"What are you doing?” she reached for her robe.
"Watching you undress,” he answered honestly, his gaze never leaving the curves revealed to him.
"Please wait in the living room, I'll-I’ll be right in.” She knew if he stood there much longer, the evening would end with him making love to her.
Instead of answering, he walked toward her.
