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She put on her best “Suzy Homemaker” look and waited for the landscaper. Her phone started vibrating inside her pocket and it startled her. That was the most action she’d had in twenty-two months. Just because Dexter was being an inconsiderate ass didn’t mean she had to be a bad hostess. She made a pot of coffee and some lemon bars and placed them on the table for her meeting.
The door bell rang and she walked out to the front door. She took a deep breath, put on her fake smile; and opened the door.
“Hello.”
The man looked up smiling and she got weak in the knees. She held on tightly to the door. He was beautiful. This was a real life Roman soldier. Dark, wavy hair that just grazed his shoulder, and a little grey at the temples. His skin was a cross between caramel and dark olive. He was very tall, and rugged, with broad shoulders, unlike Dexter. She lowered her eyes to his feet and slowly examined him. My God, there was nothing small on him, she hoped. What was she thinking? She patted her chest, trying to suppress the lustful thoughts swirling around in her head. How apropos…swirl.
She never considered herself to be down with the swirl, but damn, she definitely didn’t mind spending a little time in Swirlville, if it meant he was her tour guide. It was obvious he had a little chocolate mixed in with something else. Uhm…she thought about the place where the chocolate might be. She finally met his gaze and smiled.
If this was how God had chosen to answer her request, she was certainly going to say an extra prayer of thanks tonight. She cleared her throat, patted her chest and spit out a reply.
“Luc Rene`?”
“Mrs. Abernathy?”
Oh, Damn…the sound of her name floating off his lips was very arousing. She patted her neck and sucked on her bottom lip.
“Yes.” She stood smiling at the sexy gentleman standing on her doorstep. She felt a tingle in her stomach and someplace else that had been neglected almost two years. She cleared her throat again. “Come in.”
She stepped to the side and watched as he walked past her. She caught a whiff of his cologne and his scent seemed to surround her. It felt like she had been sucked into the eye of a powerful hurricane. He smelled as rugged and sexy as he looked. No sweet, citrusy scent for this man. No, he smelled like…tobacco, musk, rich spices and sex. What the crap! She had sex on the brain. It was bad enough she pictured herself as the sex crazed heroine in the erotic novels she read. Now she was picturing this stranger doing things to her that would make a hooker blush.
He stood to the side and waited for her to close the door. They stood in the foyer smiling at each other.
“Is your husband here?”
“My husband...my husband…oh, my husband. No, he got hung up at the hospital. He wanted me to let you in the back way...I mean let you have your way with me...I’m sorry, I don’t know what’s wrong with me.?
?? He smiled at her. “He wanted me to show you the back yard. Follow me.”
She turned and his eyes immediately landed on her ass. Corianne and Kyla both inherited their voluptuous figures from their mother. Luc’s smile grew wider as he watched her hips sway from side to side as she led the way out to the terrace.
“You have...a beautiful...home...Mrs. Abernathy,” he shook his head, thinking dangerous thoughts to himself. He may have said home, but he meant ass.
She looked over her shoulder, smiled coyly and replied, “Thank you.” She reached for the handle on the French doors.
“Here, let me.” He raced over and pushed the doors open. It had been a while since Corianne experienced such gentlemanly behavior in her house. She tried not to stare at the way his jacket hugged the muscles in his arms and back. He stood up straight and watched as she walked out onto the terrace.
“So this is it.”
He took his bag off and held it over the chair. “Do you mind?” he asked pointing to the chair.
“No.”
He dropped his bag onto the chair, took off his jacket, and draped it across the back of the chair. He leaned forward and she saw the hints of a wide, tightly defined chest. He pulled out his iPad, measuring tape and note pad, and placed them on the table. He rolled up his sleeves and revealed a tattoo on his forearm. She couldn’t quite make out what it said, but it fascinated her. He walked around the terrace and the grounds taking pictures and notes as she watched him intently.
Her phone rang and she immediately recognized the ringtone, “Distant Lover”, her new identifier for Dexter. She picked up her phone and before she could answer…
“Mrs. Abernathy.”
She placed her phone on the table and ran down to join Luc.
“Please, call me Cori,” she followed her comment with a wide, bright smile.
“Cori, you have good bones, but it can be better.” He turned and the form of his behind took her breath away. “Is there anything specific you want?”
What I want is for you to take me right here on the chaise. I don’t care if anyone sees us. And then I’d like for you to find that spot my husband has only been able to find a few times.
“Cori...Cori...Cori...”
