not satisfied with Jed? Why
did she want Harry too?
Because he is spontaneous. A complement, a foil to his
older brother.
“I can help you feel better.” He leaned down, his gruff
voice against her ear, his breath on her skin and her desire rising like a
floodtide. “Let me feed you.”
“Okay.” She tipped her head and smiled at him. So close, my
god , so close, she made love to his blue bedroom eyes.
“Eggs?”
She stared at him, dumb as a stone for a second. “Un-huh.
Two. Scrambled.”
“That’s my girl.”
Could I want to be Harry’s girl too? Maybe Will’s?
Her nipples poked at her silken bra. Her pussy soaked her
panties. All in agreement, say aye!
“Good. You’re smiling,” he remarked as he patted her
shoulders and began to make her breakfast. “Tell me about what’s in the box.”
Happy for the topic of business, she described her add-on to
her Aunt Bree’s clothing shop on Main Street. “Knickers will concentrate on
lingerie and be a nice mesh with the current merchandise. But eventually, Aunt
Bree hopes I’ll take over the management. She wants to step back, have more
time to grow her flowers.”
“And smell them too, eh?” he joked as he cracked eggs in a
bowl.
“Right. She wants to ease out of the business and travel
more. And since she has no children, she and I have come to an agreement that I
will gradually buy her out. When I came back to town to visit last fall, she
made the offer. I looked over the shop, her stock and her balance sheets and
that’s when I decided to add fine European lingerie to her offerings. She
agreed that Bravado’s women would love the sophisticated styles.”
“Yep. There is a call for sexy lingerie wherever females
roam.”
She frowned into her coffee cup. “I worried at first that
there just weren’t enough women in town to support a new expensive line like
that, but I took a look at the wealth in the town, the real estate, the per
capita income and education levels and such, and decided that this might just
work.”
“I think so. We might not have as many women here as men,
but we do have money. A damn lot of it.”
“I thought I’d supplement whatever I sell in the store with
an online shop. That way, American women can have their silks and satins more
quickly than ordering from Paris or Milan. And I’ll make Knickers unique by
offering discounts with each purchase. Five percent off on every one hundred
dollars, ten percent off when a customer orders two hundred dollars’ worth or
more. That way I’ll stand out from my competitors here in the States who offer
the same goods as I do online.”
“And,” he said as he stuck a few slices of bacon in the
microwave and shut the door, “they have your expertise to translate European
sizes into something American girls understand.”
“Exactly.”
They grinned at each other as if they were long-time buddies.
At once, she noticed he had a dimple in his left cheek. And
those blue eyes were as dreamy and deep as the water around Naples. His hands,
his big, beautiful hands, cupped the edge of the granite counter. In
appreciation, her breasts blossomed even more while her pussy lips swelled. She
swallowed hard.
He examined her mouth as though he had never seen it before.
“Tell you what I’m gonna do, darlin’. I’m going to give you your breakfast and
you are going to eat it. While I,” he said as he pushed away from the counter
and strolled over to her to bend down a breath away, “am going to go out to
look at your truck. It’s straight out that door.” He nodded across the kitchen.
“The causeway is covered. You don’t need an umbrella. But come out, if you
want. I’d like to talk to you about the damages and what it’ll take to make it
right.”
She bit her lower lip, tugging on the flesh, fighting back
the temptation to kiss his dimple and sink her hands into that long, straight
black hair. “Okay. I need to get my purse out of the cab. Call my Aunt Bree
just to say
did she want Harry too?
Because he is spontaneous. A complement, a foil to his
older brother.
“I can help you feel better.” He leaned down, his gruff
voice against her ear, his breath on her skin and her desire rising like a
floodtide. “Let me feed you.”
“Okay.” She tipped her head and smiled at him. So close, my
god , so close, she made love to his blue bedroom eyes.
“Eggs?”
She stared at him, dumb as a stone for a second. “Un-huh.
Two. Scrambled.”
“That’s my girl.”
Could I want to be Harry’s girl too? Maybe Will’s?
Her nipples poked at her silken bra. Her pussy soaked her
panties. All in agreement, say aye!
“Good. You’re smiling,” he remarked as he patted her
shoulders and began to make her breakfast. “Tell me about what’s in the box.”
Happy for the topic of business, she described her add-on to
her Aunt Bree’s clothing shop on Main Street. “Knickers will concentrate on
lingerie and be a nice mesh with the current merchandise. But eventually, Aunt
Bree hopes I’ll take over the management. She wants to step back, have more
time to grow her flowers.”
“And smell them too, eh?” he joked as he cracked eggs in a
bowl.
“Right. She wants to ease out of the business and travel
more. And since she has no children, she and I have come to an agreement that I
will gradually buy her out. When I came back to town to visit last fall, she
made the offer. I looked over the shop, her stock and her balance sheets and
that’s when I decided to add fine European lingerie to her offerings. She
agreed that Bravado’s women would love the sophisticated styles.”
“Yep. There is a call for sexy lingerie wherever females
roam.”
She frowned into her coffee cup. “I worried at first that
there just weren’t enough women in town to support a new expensive line like
that, but I took a look at the wealth in the town, the real estate, the per
capita income and education levels and such, and decided that this might just
work.”
“I think so. We might not have as many women here as men,
but we do have money. A damn lot of it.”
“I thought I’d supplement whatever I sell in the store with
an online shop. That way, American women can have their silks and satins more
quickly than ordering from Paris or Milan. And I’ll make Knickers unique by
offering discounts with each purchase. Five percent off on every one hundred
dollars, ten percent off when a customer orders two hundred dollars’ worth or
more. That way I’ll stand out from my competitors here in the States who offer
the same goods as I do online.”
“And,” he said as he stuck a few slices of bacon in the
microwave and shut the door, “they have your expertise to translate European
sizes into something American girls understand.”
“Exactly.”
They grinned at each other as if they were long-time buddies.
At once, she noticed he had a dimple in his left cheek. And
those blue eyes were as dreamy and deep as the water around Naples. His hands,
his big, beautiful hands, cupped the edge of the granite counter. In
appreciation, her breasts blossomed even more while her pussy lips swelled. She
swallowed hard.
He examined her mouth as though he had never seen it before.
“Tell you what I’m gonna do, darlin’. I’m going to give you your breakfast and
you are going to eat it. While I,” he said as he pushed away from the counter
and strolled over to her to bend down a breath away, “am going to go out to
look at your truck. It’s straight out that door.” He nodded across the kitchen.
“The causeway is covered. You don’t need an umbrella. But come out, if you
want. I’d like to talk to you about the damages and what it’ll take to make it
right.”
She bit her lower lip, tugging on the flesh, fighting back
the temptation to kiss his dimple and sink her hands into that long, straight
black hair. “Okay. I need to get my purse out of the cab. Call my Aunt Bree
just to say
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