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shook her head to clear it and sidestepped Jonas. His smile dimmed a little and he looked disappointed. Puuuulllease. Men like Jonas had no interest in her. They might be the best of friends, but Prudence knew her plus-size body didn’t inspire men to fall head-over-heels in lust.
“I ... ah ... I have a meeting.”
He straightened and put his hand in his pocket. His full lips curved again. She’d bet they tasted better than chocolate-covered cherries.
“Yeah, I know. It’s in my office.”
“Right.” She stepped back. “For the year-in-review thingy.” Oh, yeah, good. Use your intelligence to entice him.
“See you in a few, Ms. Merriweather.”
She nodded, then turned and hurried to the elevator. A few minutes to regroup and a cup of coffee were what she needed. Spending an hour in the company of Jonas Smith could lead to fantasies. Not businesslike at all. She might just forget her audience and mention tying him up and jumping his bones. And then she’d have to find another job.
As she stepped into the elevator and turned, she noticed he was standing by the window and peering at her chocolate-covered cherries. A moment later, he went into the shop. Prudence wondered just what a man in his shape wanted in a shop like that.
* * * *
Jonas studied the pyramid of chocolate cherries as he thought about Ms. Merriweather. Prudence. Pru, as he’d heard a few people call her. Was there anything more tantalizing than a woman with a look of such wanting on her face? Especially one with a body like Prudence’s. Full-figured, curvy, full hips, and breasts that he was sure would overflow his hands.
If he knew women -- and he did -- he would bet that Prudence would have given over a fortune for one chocolate-covered cherry. Silly woman probably thought they were too fattening. He’d grown up with a mother and a sister who were constantly on diets. Both of them tended to be a tad underweight, in his estimation. Fragile. He loved both of them, but he would never be attracted to a woman he was afraid of touching. Since the time he’d started dating, he’d always felt like a big brute next to most of his dates. Football players dated the cheerleaders, who barely weighed more than a chicken bone.
Now, Prudence Merriweather looked like she could handle a little touching. He could still smell her scent. Cinnamon . The woman smelled of vanilla and cinnamon. How could he not want to eat her up? She’d taste sweeter than any chocolate he’d ever had. He’d bet his life on it.
His blood heated as he remembered the way her tongue had darted out, licking her lips. He shifted from foot to foot, hoping to ease the erection that sprang to the ready whenever Prudence was around. Or within a fifty-mile radius. Hell, all he had to do was think of her, all that curly brown hair and her blue eyes, and he had a hard-on.
He made his way into the shop, the little bell tinkling as he entered. Instantly, the aroma of cookies baking filled the air. It was almost intoxicating. He turned and walked to the display of cherries and decided he would have to fulfill one temptation for Prudence. In return, maybe he could convince her to fulfill one for him. Jonas lost most of the blood from his brain thinking about getting her into his bed, or hers. Didn’t matter. He’d been lusting after the woman for the last six months. If she would say yes, he’d take her in the middle of Harry Hines Boulevard.
“You see something you want, yes?”
He turned and then had to look down. A woman dressed in a peasant shirt, a long broomstick skirt, and a kerchief on her head stood a few feet away. The top of her head reached just about his mid-chest area. She smiled at him, her ancient face creasing. He couldn’t see what color her hair was, but black-painted eyebrows rose, and ebony eyes studied him. The jangle of her many bracelets caught his attention as she gestured toward the window.
“You want some of my cherries? I dip zem myself.” Her
“I ... ah ... I have a meeting.”
He straightened and put his hand in his pocket. His full lips curved again. She’d bet they tasted better than chocolate-covered cherries.
“Yeah, I know. It’s in my office.”
“Right.” She stepped back. “For the year-in-review thingy.” Oh, yeah, good. Use your intelligence to entice him.
“See you in a few, Ms. Merriweather.”
She nodded, then turned and hurried to the elevator. A few minutes to regroup and a cup of coffee were what she needed. Spending an hour in the company of Jonas Smith could lead to fantasies. Not businesslike at all. She might just forget her audience and mention tying him up and jumping his bones. And then she’d have to find another job.
As she stepped into the elevator and turned, she noticed he was standing by the window and peering at her chocolate-covered cherries. A moment later, he went into the shop. Prudence wondered just what a man in his shape wanted in a shop like that.
* * * *
Jonas studied the pyramid of chocolate cherries as he thought about Ms. Merriweather. Prudence. Pru, as he’d heard a few people call her. Was there anything more tantalizing than a woman with a look of such wanting on her face? Especially one with a body like Prudence’s. Full-figured, curvy, full hips, and breasts that he was sure would overflow his hands.
If he knew women -- and he did -- he would bet that Prudence would have given over a fortune for one chocolate-covered cherry. Silly woman probably thought they were too fattening. He’d grown up with a mother and a sister who were constantly on diets. Both of them tended to be a tad underweight, in his estimation. Fragile. He loved both of them, but he would never be attracted to a woman he was afraid of touching. Since the time he’d started dating, he’d always felt like a big brute next to most of his dates. Football players dated the cheerleaders, who barely weighed more than a chicken bone.
Now, Prudence Merriweather looked like she could handle a little touching. He could still smell her scent. Cinnamon . The woman smelled of vanilla and cinnamon. How could he not want to eat her up? She’d taste sweeter than any chocolate he’d ever had. He’d bet his life on it.
His blood heated as he remembered the way her tongue had darted out, licking her lips. He shifted from foot to foot, hoping to ease the erection that sprang to the ready whenever Prudence was around. Or within a fifty-mile radius. Hell, all he had to do was think of her, all that curly brown hair and her blue eyes, and he had a hard-on.
He made his way into the shop, the little bell tinkling as he entered. Instantly, the aroma of cookies baking filled the air. It was almost intoxicating. He turned and walked to the display of cherries and decided he would have to fulfill one temptation for Prudence. In return, maybe he could convince her to fulfill one for him. Jonas lost most of the blood from his brain thinking about getting her into his bed, or hers. Didn’t matter. He’d been lusting after the woman for the last six months. If she would say yes, he’d take her in the middle of Harry Hines Boulevard.
“You see something you want, yes?”
He turned and then had to look down. A woman dressed in a peasant shirt, a long broomstick skirt, and a kerchief on her head stood a few feet away. The top of her head reached just about his mid-chest area. She smiled at him, her ancient face creasing. He couldn’t see what color her hair was, but black-painted eyebrows rose, and ebony eyes studied him. The jangle of her many bracelets caught his attention as she gestured toward the window.
“You want some of my cherries? I dip zem myself.” Her
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