enjoying the sensation as well. A small smiled tilted her lips and sheâd turned her face toward the kiss of the sun. A light breeze ruffled her black bed-head locks and that same breeze molded the white, all-but-see-through kurta to her small, womanly form.
It was at this point that Knox became hopelessly distracted.
Naturally, over the course of Savannahâs career at the Phoenix, Knox had observed her body and noted its perfection. He was a man, after all, and menâbeing menâtended to notice such details.
But noticing and really appreciating were two completely different things.
Knoxâs gaze roamed leisurely over her body and, much to his helpless chagrin, his visual perusal ignited a spark of heat in his loins.
The delicate fabric lay plastered against the unbound globes of her breasts, and the rosy hue of her nipples shadowed through the clinging material. Knox could easily discern the flat belly, the sweetly curving swell of her hips and the black triangle of curls nestled at the apex of her thighs.
She was beautiful. Utterly and completely beautiful andâ¦
And feeling his dick begin to swell for sport, Knox mentally swore and made a determined effort to direct his lust-ridden brain toward a more productive line of thoughtâlike his story. With that idea in mind, he studied his surroundings.
Picnic tables, some already occupied with couples, were arranged in a large circle beneath a huge whitewashed octagon canopy. Crystals of various sizes and shapes dripped like icicles from the perimeter of the canopy, sending rainbows of colorful reflected light dancing through the air. The tinkling tones of windchimes sounded, adding another element to the mystical environment. A white silk chaise sat upon a raised dais in the center of the outdoor room. Who knew what sort of depraved acts had been committed upon that little bench, Knox thought with a grim smile.
âWhere should we sit?â Savannah asked as she surveyed the circle of tables.
âSomewhere in the middle,â Knox told her. âIf we sit in front, weâll look eager and too easy to snag for demonstrations. If we sit in the back, theyâll think weâre bashful and will want to draw us in and make us participate.â He guided her toward an appropriate table.
Savannah grinned. âWhy do I feel like this is the voice of experience and not a fabricated load of BS?â
âBecause it is. I honed the skill in grade school.â
With a roll of her eyes, Savannah sat down. âSounds like you were trying to figure out a way to do the least amount of work possible.â
Knox returned her grin and attempted to sit down next to her. He wasnât used to navigating in a dress and almost toppled chin first into the picnic table when the hem of the kurta caught the seat. He scowled, smoothing the damned gown back into place. âThat was one of the perks,â he finally said. âBe sure and take good notes. I always copied someone elseâs.â
She gave him a droll glare. âIâm sure you did.â
Actually, he hadnât. Heâd only been trying to needle her. What did she think? That heâd been able to sail through an Ivy League school on nothing but his parentsâ money and his charming personality? And she had the nerve to think him a snob?
Sheâd never said it, of course. Just like none of his other co-workers had ever said it. But Knox knew they were laboring under the mistaken assumption that his wealthy background had afforded him his present career and, moreover, that his being talented could have nothing to do with it.
Knox smothered a bitter laugh. Let them think what they would. Screw âem. He didnât care. In fact, he purposely invested a great deal of time making sure that no oneâleast of all any of those co-workers at the paperâknew just how much he longed to be respected for his work, rather than simply tolerated with virulent
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