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helped clean the kitchen.
Later, his mother settled on the sofa next to his father in the family room and
picked up her knitting. Cam stretched out in the recliner and tried to figure a
good way to tell his mother he was moving into his own place. Just go ahead
and say it straight out. “I signed a lease on an apartment here in town.”
His
mother lowered her knitting to her lap with disappointment filling her eyes.
“You’re moving out? Already? I was hoping you’d at
least stay with us a few more months.”
“He’s
a grown man, Ellie and he’s not moving to the moon. He’ll still be in town,”
his father said.
She
frowned. “I know but he won’t be under this roof.”
“I’ll
be by here a lot, Mom, I promise.”
She
picked up her knitting. “Yes, but it won’t be the same. By the way, we got an
invitation to the Cranford’s Christmas masquerade party next Saturday. Your
father and I don’t feel like going, but it would do you a lot of good to get
out.”
“Sounds
like fun.” Just what he needed, a masquerade party where he
could meet a woman for a little uncomplicated, no-strings-attached sex to help
him shake off the memories of the war. At least for
one night.
Chapter
Two
Emma scanned the huge, living room of the Cranford’s mansion, decorated from
floor to rafters with holiday greenery and decorations, looking for the man she
planned to seduce. George and Martha Washington were chatting with Batman and
Lady Gaga by the grand piano while Snow White swayed to The Christmas Song played
by a string quartet, with one hand resting on Superman’s shoulder. Queen
Elizabeth helped herself to a tray of stuffed mushrooms. Sipping from a glass
of red wine, Marilyn Monroe gazed adoringly into the eyes of Zorro.
“See him yet?” Tiffany asked standing next to her.
She turned to her friend decked out as Marie Antoinette, complete with a huge
blonde wig and sparkling costume jewelry. “No, but the evening is still young.”
“While you’re waiting for Mr. Ready-to-be-Seduced, I’m going to go flirt with
King Arthur.”
Tiffany disappeared into the crowd. Tipping her champagne glass for another
sip, her gaze swept the room and landed on a tall, dark and very hot pirate
standing by the fireplace with a black mask covering three-quarters of his face
and a sword hanging at his side. Black boots and tight fitting breeches along
with a tri-cornered hat completed his outfit. He had one arm propped on
the mantle while the other held a beer. The man’s brilliant blue gaze skewered
her to the spot along with a bedroom smile curving a pair of sensual lips.
There was something oddly familiar about him. Had she seen that smile or that
particular stance before? Or was it the way he held his beer between his index
and third finger? She shrugged it off. Probably just a guy thing she’d seen a
thousand times before. Whatever. This masked man was
her sexual target for the evening. With her heart dancing the shim-sham-shimmy ,
she walked slowly toward the pirate. His gaze swept her bosom amply displayed
with the help of a push-up bra. She hoped the rest of her genie outfit screamed take-me-now . “I came over to grant you three wishes.”
He took a sip of beer and licked his lips. “What kind of wishes?”
Emma lowered her chin and gave him what she hoped was a sultry look. She’d
practiced for hours in front of a mirror. “Anything you want.” A blush burned
over her skin. Sweet Mary. Did she just say that?
The pirate set his empty bottle on a passing waiter’s tray and took her hand.
“My first wish is that you come with me.”
Aye, matey . “Let’s
go.”
***
She slipped her hand into his, touching off an avalanche of desire that nailed
him in
Later, his mother settled on the sofa next to his father in the family room and
picked up her knitting. Cam stretched out in the recliner and tried to figure a
good way to tell his mother he was moving into his own place. Just go ahead
and say it straight out. “I signed a lease on an apartment here in town.”
His
mother lowered her knitting to her lap with disappointment filling her eyes.
“You’re moving out? Already? I was hoping you’d at
least stay with us a few more months.”
“He’s
a grown man, Ellie and he’s not moving to the moon. He’ll still be in town,”
his father said.
She
frowned. “I know but he won’t be under this roof.”
“I’ll
be by here a lot, Mom, I promise.”
She
picked up her knitting. “Yes, but it won’t be the same. By the way, we got an
invitation to the Cranford’s Christmas masquerade party next Saturday. Your
father and I don’t feel like going, but it would do you a lot of good to get
out.”
“Sounds
like fun.” Just what he needed, a masquerade party where he
could meet a woman for a little uncomplicated, no-strings-attached sex to help
him shake off the memories of the war. At least for
one night.
Chapter
Two
Emma scanned the huge, living room of the Cranford’s mansion, decorated from
floor to rafters with holiday greenery and decorations, looking for the man she
planned to seduce. George and Martha Washington were chatting with Batman and
Lady Gaga by the grand piano while Snow White swayed to The Christmas Song played
by a string quartet, with one hand resting on Superman’s shoulder. Queen
Elizabeth helped herself to a tray of stuffed mushrooms. Sipping from a glass
of red wine, Marilyn Monroe gazed adoringly into the eyes of Zorro.
“See him yet?” Tiffany asked standing next to her.
She turned to her friend decked out as Marie Antoinette, complete with a huge
blonde wig and sparkling costume jewelry. “No, but the evening is still young.”
“While you’re waiting for Mr. Ready-to-be-Seduced, I’m going to go flirt with
King Arthur.”
Tiffany disappeared into the crowd. Tipping her champagne glass for another
sip, her gaze swept the room and landed on a tall, dark and very hot pirate
standing by the fireplace with a black mask covering three-quarters of his face
and a sword hanging at his side. Black boots and tight fitting breeches along
with a tri-cornered hat completed his outfit. He had one arm propped on
the mantle while the other held a beer. The man’s brilliant blue gaze skewered
her to the spot along with a bedroom smile curving a pair of sensual lips.
There was something oddly familiar about him. Had she seen that smile or that
particular stance before? Or was it the way he held his beer between his index
and third finger? She shrugged it off. Probably just a guy thing she’d seen a
thousand times before. Whatever. This masked man was
her sexual target for the evening. With her heart dancing the shim-sham-shimmy ,
she walked slowly toward the pirate. His gaze swept her bosom amply displayed
with the help of a push-up bra. She hoped the rest of her genie outfit screamed take-me-now . “I came over to grant you three wishes.”
He took a sip of beer and licked his lips. “What kind of wishes?”
Emma lowered her chin and gave him what she hoped was a sultry look. She’d
practiced for hours in front of a mirror. “Anything you want.” A blush burned
over her skin. Sweet Mary. Did she just say that?
The pirate set his empty bottle on a passing waiter’s tray and took her hand.
“My first wish is that you come with me.”
Aye, matey . “Let’s
go.”
***
She slipped her hand into his, touching off an avalanche of desire that nailed
him in
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