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fucked.
    And dammit I was going to take the chance for once. I was
tired of living vicariously through my characters.
    Steady girl . I smoothed my hair once again as the
sound of his iPod blasting muffled music floated through the open window. I
could hear his footsteps coming up my gravel walkway, and I knew today he would
have to ring the doorbell. Today he was delivering a package from a certain
adult shop, one I would have to pay C.O.D. for. And the money for this package
was in the bottom drawer of the dresser in my bedroom.
    The doorbell rang and I sucked in a deep breath. Go for
it, don’t chicken out now. I flung open the door the butterflies in my
stomach seemed to be on some sort of roller-coaster ride as I met Bastien’s
lazy smile. My fingernails were digging into the wood of the doorframe as I
tried to quell the quaking in my body. This was a bold move for hermit like me.
    “Good morning, Miss West.” His southern accent poured over
me like warm liquid honey. “I have a large package her for you, a C.O.D.” I
watched as he flipped open his almost-empty mail bag and pulled out the
innocuous brown-paper package.
    “How much?” I stared at the package, feigning interest in
its contents, even though I knew exactly what was lying under the wrapping
paper.
    “Twelve fifty exactly,” he smiled up at me again, those
chocolate eyes raking my body. My nipples hardened under his appreciative gave,
my blood firing and my body humming with anticipation. He was looking at my
outfit. My tennis outfit that consisted of a short, pleated, white skirt and
halter top. “Going to hit a few balls?” he asked innocently.
    I tried not to choke on his remark. I smiled brightly up at
him and took the package from him. My fingers brushing his hand, his skin hot
and soft. I cleared my throat and tucked the box under my arm.
    “You could say that. Actually, you better come inside—my
money is up in my dresser.”
    Bastien cocked an eyebrow and I panicked for a second.
Relief swept through me as he nodded. “Sure, I could do with some AC before I
start the long hike back to my truck.” I stepped aside as Bastien entered my
house and shut the door behind me. He was standing in the entranceway, staring
up at the cathedral ceiling.
    “I’m sorry if I’m keeping you from your work.”
    “Nah, I have the afternoon off. Once I deliver your package
I am as free as a bird.”
    Yes my body seemed to scream in excitement. I cleared
my throat and steadied my resolve once more. “Well, I’ll get that money for
you. Just follow me.” I brushed past him, but if he had any qualms about
following me he didn’t let on. He dropped his now-empty mail bag by the door
and slipped off his sneakers.
    Walking up the stairs ahead of him, I was glad I decided
against wearing panties under my skirt when I heard him suck in a deep breath.
He was getting a good view of my bare ass. I paused on the landing and raised
one leg up on the next step.
    “Sorry, just an itch.” I put the package down and leaned
over to scratch the nonexistent itch on my ankle. Bastien murmured something
under his breath as he got an unfettered view of my shaved pussy. “There,
that’s better.” I flashed him a winsome smile as I picked up the box and
continued my way up the rest of the stairs, wondering if his cock was growing
hard under that uniform of his.
    I wandered into my bedroom and tossed the parcel on my
king-sized bed. When I turned around I saw Bastien was lingering in the
doorway, standing there uncertain.
    “Come on in.”
    Bastien took a step inside and I bent over to retrieve the
money from the bottom drawer of my dresser.
    “Jesus,” he whispered, his voice hitching in his throat.
    “Pardon?” I asked, turning around.
    “Nothing.” He rubbed the back of his neck and looked up my
ceiling again. I could see a fine sheen of sweat breaking across his brow in my
air-conditioned house.
    “Oh.” I batted my eyelashes, my stomach doing flip-flops,