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Authors: Suzanne Halliday
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interlude on the beach.
That guy was unraveling Sam in ways she didn’t know were possible. And it spooked her.
It also led to what Julie called a lady boner. Weird descriptive but oh my goodness! She’d never been someone who thought much of or cared a lot for sex. The teenage fumblings every girl dealt with eventually led to uninspiring encounters leaving her wondering what the big deal was all about. Even during the few years she spent with Rich, it just seemed to her as though the whole thing was more about him.
Secure in her belief that the wild, sexy times she imagined in her head were nothing but a fantasy, she was completely unprepared for Mr. Charming and his resume of underwear photographs. One look at the indecently tiny man-thong he sported in one picture and Samantha felt tingles of excitement in places she thought impervious to such stuff. Seriously! Who knew your ears could get goose bumps?
Nervously checking to be sure her ass cheeks weren’t hanging out, she plucked at the loose-fitting gauzy shorts of the twinset Andi had delivered to her room and tried to calm the nervous energy she couldn’t contain.
Feeling a bit like a dress-up Barbie, Sam marveled at her friend’s impeccable taste. After a late-night texting session when Sam admitted she and Ryan had made plans to meet for breakfast, the fabulously fabulous Andrea Frank, who knew all about making the whole world fabulously fabulous too, turned into a fashion-forward drill sergeant.
She was to wear her hair down. Loose. Minimal makeup but lots of shiny lip gloss. Flip-flops were okay because it would still be early. And no bitching allowed over the outfit she saw in one of the resort’s boutiques. The outfit she’d have delivered to Sami’s room first thing.
Her mouth made a smirky moue. Dammit if the whole thing wasn’t perfect, right down to the casual jewelry and the strapless handkerchief-style crop top. Thank god, she’d had a week to do some careful sun-worshipping because the end result—in her mind anyway—was that she looked young, tan, healthy, and yeah, pretty.
From the corner of her eye, she caught a slight motion that made her head turn. It was him. Mr. Charming. The thrill from a jolt of chemical electricity rocking through her middle when she saw him made Sam giggle aloud. Quickly chomping down on her lip, she hid deeper in her palm tree camouflaged vantage point and studied the sexy Adonis.
Oh, my god. He was just as gorgeous in the bright light of day as he’d been last night. In fact, good looks like his were almost criminal. Ryan Sommerfield wasn’t posing or trolling for attention. He was just a man on his way to a breakfast meeting, and if she didn’t pull it together, said meeting was going to be an embarrassing failure.
Squinting through her little hip sunglasses, she saw him stop, pivot slightly, and stare out at the ocean. In the flickering torchlight of last night, he’d seemed big. Impressive. Today, even from a slight distance, she could see he hadn’t turned back into a pumpkin or anything.
The man also gave fresh perspective to the term casual attire. And she knew right away it was directed at her. He was wearing board shorts. For real. Just like the caricature she had sketched in her mind. And they were tacky as hell too. Laughing was not optional.
His t-shirt had a distinctive Grateful Dead quality to it, and she wondered what hoops he had to jump through to find something so tongue-in-cheek amazing.
Sam glanced down at her boutique-inspired outfit. Maybe she should pay more attention to what was on the sale hangars because it occurred to her that both of them were in dress-up doll mode. The thought was deliciously hilarious and made her ears tickle more.
He picked up his wrist and glanced at the watch strapped to it. She’d noticed it last night too. For some reason, the watch seemed awfully manly. Perhaps, it was the leather strap. Ryan and leather paired perfectly in her mind.
Wow.
That guy was unraveling Sam in ways she didn’t know were possible. And it spooked her.
It also led to what Julie called a lady boner. Weird descriptive but oh my goodness! She’d never been someone who thought much of or cared a lot for sex. The teenage fumblings every girl dealt with eventually led to uninspiring encounters leaving her wondering what the big deal was all about. Even during the few years she spent with Rich, it just seemed to her as though the whole thing was more about him.
Secure in her belief that the wild, sexy times she imagined in her head were nothing but a fantasy, she was completely unprepared for Mr. Charming and his resume of underwear photographs. One look at the indecently tiny man-thong he sported in one picture and Samantha felt tingles of excitement in places she thought impervious to such stuff. Seriously! Who knew your ears could get goose bumps?
Nervously checking to be sure her ass cheeks weren’t hanging out, she plucked at the loose-fitting gauzy shorts of the twinset Andi had delivered to her room and tried to calm the nervous energy she couldn’t contain.
Feeling a bit like a dress-up Barbie, Sam marveled at her friend’s impeccable taste. After a late-night texting session when Sam admitted she and Ryan had made plans to meet for breakfast, the fabulously fabulous Andrea Frank, who knew all about making the whole world fabulously fabulous too, turned into a fashion-forward drill sergeant.
She was to wear her hair down. Loose. Minimal makeup but lots of shiny lip gloss. Flip-flops were okay because it would still be early. And no bitching allowed over the outfit she saw in one of the resort’s boutiques. The outfit she’d have delivered to Sami’s room first thing.
Her mouth made a smirky moue. Dammit if the whole thing wasn’t perfect, right down to the casual jewelry and the strapless handkerchief-style crop top. Thank god, she’d had a week to do some careful sun-worshipping because the end result—in her mind anyway—was that she looked young, tan, healthy, and yeah, pretty.
From the corner of her eye, she caught a slight motion that made her head turn. It was him. Mr. Charming. The thrill from a jolt of chemical electricity rocking through her middle when she saw him made Sam giggle aloud. Quickly chomping down on her lip, she hid deeper in her palm tree camouflaged vantage point and studied the sexy Adonis.
Oh, my god. He was just as gorgeous in the bright light of day as he’d been last night. In fact, good looks like his were almost criminal. Ryan Sommerfield wasn’t posing or trolling for attention. He was just a man on his way to a breakfast meeting, and if she didn’t pull it together, said meeting was going to be an embarrassing failure.
Squinting through her little hip sunglasses, she saw him stop, pivot slightly, and stare out at the ocean. In the flickering torchlight of last night, he’d seemed big. Impressive. Today, even from a slight distance, she could see he hadn’t turned back into a pumpkin or anything.
The man also gave fresh perspective to the term casual attire. And she knew right away it was directed at her. He was wearing board shorts. For real. Just like the caricature she had sketched in her mind. And they were tacky as hell too. Laughing was not optional.
His t-shirt had a distinctive Grateful Dead quality to it, and she wondered what hoops he had to jump through to find something so tongue-in-cheek amazing.
Sam glanced down at her boutique-inspired outfit. Maybe she should pay more attention to what was on the sale hangars because it occurred to her that both of them were in dress-up doll mode. The thought was deliciously hilarious and made her ears tickle more.
He picked up his wrist and glanced at the watch strapped to it. She’d noticed it last night too. For some reason, the watch seemed awfully manly. Perhaps, it was the leather strap. Ryan and leather paired perfectly in her mind.
Wow.
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