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afternoon of home improvement.”
“Nothing stokes a woman’s libido like a man who can fix things,” Madison agreed, knowing her eyes were twinkling. “As far as my arrangement with Mr. Scott, we can’t disclose the details of our frequent buyer reward program.”
“I’ve seen Mr. Scott,” Mrs. Grady responded. “Lucky you.”
Madison had to laugh at that. When Mrs. Grady entered the shop, she’d been standoffish and stiff, killing time rather than seriously shopping. But now she held a bag full of items and a warm smile, and was teasing Madison in a scandalous way she wouldn’t have expected from the woman at all.
Alice had once said the more she gave her customers, the more they gave back. Madison hadn’t been sure of her meaning, but she was starting to get it. On that same note, Sam, Geoff and Chris had returned earlier in the week. It was clear they’d made substantial strides together, from the easy, sensual touches they exchanged when they were looking at things. Geoff had taken the reins in more ways than one, and Chris and Sam’s eyes clung to his every movement as he went to the Dungeon Room and picked out the soft flogger, eight sets of Velcro cuffs, and one of the Build-It-Yourself bondage equipment books that sent him directly to the hardware store afterward. She’d already accused Logan of having Alice plant those there specifically to drum up business for him, and he hadn’t denied it.
Sam had given her a big smile and a mouthed
thank you
as her two lovers escorted her out of Madison’s store, carrying armloads of merchandise. Things they truly wanted, not something bought on the spur of the moment, based on wishful thinking and unrealized fantasies.
As Mrs. Grady departed to recover Mr. Grady from Logan’s store, Madison glanced at the clock. Not that it was really necessary. Tonight was movie night, and the anticipation that had been tingling under her breastbone since breakfast grew stronger with every passing hour.
She was glad she’d let some time pass, wanting to slow things down, see how things evened out after their first volatile night together. Troy had remained flirtatious and friendly. Logan was attentive and helpful as well, both of them touching base with her at least once during each workday. They’d come over after hours one night to help her stabilize a shelf when she discovered its anchors were loose in the wall. The two men had worked together with distracting casualness, all flexing muscle and haunch, exchanging the typical male banter as they moved in sync with one another.
When they were done, Troy had to get to an evening class and Logan had excused himself as well, saying he had a demonstration to do at the local dungeon. He hadn’t extended the invitation to her to attend. Maybe because he was respecting her need for space. He picked up on cues better than any male she’d ever met. That didn’t mean he was easily swayed from his own desires, however. She already knew if he wanted his own way, a woman would have to have superhuman fortitude to back him down. It was part of the reason she’d taken the week, to marshal her defenses, give herself half a chance to hold her own. The way his gaze lingered on her suggested he was anything but detached from the idea of pursuit; merely biding his time.
It was closing time. She locked the front door, closed out the register. When she emerged from the back entrance, she discovered Logan was bringing out the trash. The chance encounter gave her a surge of foolish pleasure. As he straightened, he smiled at her, making her think he reciprocated that.
“Mrs. Grady gave her husband a glimpse into her pink shopping bag. He almost bought flooring nails instead of wood screws.”
“A sure sign of male distraction,” she agreed, lips twitching. When he leaned against the wall, hooking a finger into his jeans pocket, she eased a little closer. “So how was the demonstration the other night?”
“It went well. It was
“Nothing stokes a woman’s libido like a man who can fix things,” Madison agreed, knowing her eyes were twinkling. “As far as my arrangement with Mr. Scott, we can’t disclose the details of our frequent buyer reward program.”
“I’ve seen Mr. Scott,” Mrs. Grady responded. “Lucky you.”
Madison had to laugh at that. When Mrs. Grady entered the shop, she’d been standoffish and stiff, killing time rather than seriously shopping. But now she held a bag full of items and a warm smile, and was teasing Madison in a scandalous way she wouldn’t have expected from the woman at all.
Alice had once said the more she gave her customers, the more they gave back. Madison hadn’t been sure of her meaning, but she was starting to get it. On that same note, Sam, Geoff and Chris had returned earlier in the week. It was clear they’d made substantial strides together, from the easy, sensual touches they exchanged when they were looking at things. Geoff had taken the reins in more ways than one, and Chris and Sam’s eyes clung to his every movement as he went to the Dungeon Room and picked out the soft flogger, eight sets of Velcro cuffs, and one of the Build-It-Yourself bondage equipment books that sent him directly to the hardware store afterward. She’d already accused Logan of having Alice plant those there specifically to drum up business for him, and he hadn’t denied it.
Sam had given her a big smile and a mouthed
thank you
as her two lovers escorted her out of Madison’s store, carrying armloads of merchandise. Things they truly wanted, not something bought on the spur of the moment, based on wishful thinking and unrealized fantasies.
As Mrs. Grady departed to recover Mr. Grady from Logan’s store, Madison glanced at the clock. Not that it was really necessary. Tonight was movie night, and the anticipation that had been tingling under her breastbone since breakfast grew stronger with every passing hour.
She was glad she’d let some time pass, wanting to slow things down, see how things evened out after their first volatile night together. Troy had remained flirtatious and friendly. Logan was attentive and helpful as well, both of them touching base with her at least once during each workday. They’d come over after hours one night to help her stabilize a shelf when she discovered its anchors were loose in the wall. The two men had worked together with distracting casualness, all flexing muscle and haunch, exchanging the typical male banter as they moved in sync with one another.
When they were done, Troy had to get to an evening class and Logan had excused himself as well, saying he had a demonstration to do at the local dungeon. He hadn’t extended the invitation to her to attend. Maybe because he was respecting her need for space. He picked up on cues better than any male she’d ever met. That didn’t mean he was easily swayed from his own desires, however. She already knew if he wanted his own way, a woman would have to have superhuman fortitude to back him down. It was part of the reason she’d taken the week, to marshal her defenses, give herself half a chance to hold her own. The way his gaze lingered on her suggested he was anything but detached from the idea of pursuit; merely biding his time.
It was closing time. She locked the front door, closed out the register. When she emerged from the back entrance, she discovered Logan was bringing out the trash. The chance encounter gave her a surge of foolish pleasure. As he straightened, he smiled at her, making her think he reciprocated that.
“Mrs. Grady gave her husband a glimpse into her pink shopping bag. He almost bought flooring nails instead of wood screws.”
“A sure sign of male distraction,” she agreed, lips twitching. When he leaned against the wall, hooking a finger into his jeans pocket, she eased a little closer. “So how was the demonstration the other night?”
“It went well. It was
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