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inOregon. Then he'd turned off the phone and got blind drunk for two days.
"Sorry. Are you in a coma?" Cat asked, giving him a sympathetic glance as she sat beside him. "I'd like
to try these, please," she told the salesman hovering ingratiatingly nearby. She gave him her size and a
handful of left shoes, and he trundledoff.
Luke dredged up a smile and shifted slightly so they weren't quite so close. "I told you, I'm fine.
Although I've got to admit I don't have the patience for shopping that Nick does. Man, that guy shops as
enthusiastically as a woman. On the other hand, he never told me what a treasure trove lingerie shops
are."
"Haven't you ever bought sexy lingerie for one of your girlfriends?"
"Hell, no!"
Cat laughed. "Why not?"
Luke was saved from answering by the salesman's return with several boxes, which he placed on the
floor at Cat's feet like an offering. "I'll be back in a jiff," he assured her, then scurried off for more.
Luke didn't buy sexy lingerie for women. One, because he hated to shop, never went to malls, and
frankly, it had never occurred to him to casually stroll into a potpourri-scented "pink" store. Two,
because by the time he could order anything from a catalogue, the woman would have been long gone,
only to be replaced by someone who might not be the same size.
He slouched in his chair. His knee brushed Cat's bare legs as he shifted. She smelled so damn good he
wanted to forget the promises he'd made and lick her. All over. Then go back for seconds. And thirds&
The salesman knelt before Cat. "May I?" he asked, removing the shoes from the box beside him and
stripping out the paper stuffing. Catherine offered her foot. The man slid on a high-heeled red sandal.
"Oh, my. These shoes were made for you. Look how well they show off this glorious high arch of yours."
"Dream on," Luke grumbled under his breath.
The salesman cast him a wary glance as he produced the other damn shoe. Luke's mouth wentSahara
dry. His eyes glommed on, riveted to her slender, tanned foot sliding slowly, slowly into that shoe. She
had the sexiest feet he'd ever seen. High instep, neat little toes, nails painted a glossy fire-engine red. His
erection had merely been lying dormant. It came back to life in a hurry. Oxygen drained out of his brain,
leaving him dizzy.
Cat's feet were sexy as hell.
Who would've thunk it?he thought without humor. He wanted to slide those sandals on her himself. Luke
closed his eyes. He pictured himself holding her heel in his palm, his other hand slipping the shoe slowly
over her toes. Pictured his hand gliding up the smooth, lightly tanned, highly freckled length of her leg.
Up. Up. To a wisp of a thong of lime-green silk
"Well? What do you think?" Cat stood, wriggling her toes and looking down at him. Luke refocused and
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cleared his throat.
"Buy them in every color they have."
Cat frowned, then turned to the salesman. "Let me try on a few of the others."
While Cat and the man conferred on colors and styles, Luke congratulated himself on his fortitude and
self sacrifice. He was a prince among men to resist her under so much temptation.
His eyes zeroed in on her sexy toes again. Yeah, a saint.
* * *
Catherine sang at the top of her voice as she walked into the living room fresh from a shower, rubbing
her hair with a towel and heading for the kitchen. She screeched to a stop midnote when she saw Luke.
He looked up from the book in his lap.
"Hey. You're home early," she said unnecessarily.
Grinning, he demanded, "What did you do with the money?"
"What money?"
"The money for the singing lessons."
"Ha ha. Spent it the same place you did those dancing lessons, Van Buren."
He wore white shorts and a tank top that had seen better days. He'd changed while she'd been in the
bathroom, and had tossed the clothes he'd worn to work on the table by the front door. One of his shoes
was near the bedroom door, the other under the coffee table. His socks decorated the lampshade.
"I had the bathroom door closed. You could have come in and changed in the bedroom, you know." [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]
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inOregon. Then he'd turned off the phone and got blind drunk for two days.
"Sorry. Are you in a coma?" Cat asked, giving him a sympathetic glance as she sat beside him. "I'd like
to try these, please," she told the salesman hovering ingratiatingly nearby. She gave him her size and a
handful of left shoes, and he trundledoff.
Luke dredged up a smile and shifted slightly so they weren't quite so close. "I told you, I'm fine.
Although I've got to admit I don't have the patience for shopping that Nick does. Man, that guy shops as
enthusiastically as a woman. On the other hand, he never told me what a treasure trove lingerie shops
are."
"Haven't you ever bought sexy lingerie for one of your girlfriends?"
"Hell, no!"
Cat laughed. "Why not?"
Luke was saved from answering by the salesman's return with several boxes, which he placed on the
floor at Cat's feet like an offering. "I'll be back in a jiff," he assured her, then scurried off for more.
Luke didn't buy sexy lingerie for women. One, because he hated to shop, never went to malls, and
frankly, it had never occurred to him to casually stroll into a potpourri-scented "pink" store. Two,
because by the time he could order anything from a catalogue, the woman would have been long gone,
only to be replaced by someone who might not be the same size.
He slouched in his chair. His knee brushed Cat's bare legs as he shifted. She smelled so damn good he
wanted to forget the promises he'd made and lick her. All over. Then go back for seconds. And thirds&
The salesman knelt before Cat. "May I?" he asked, removing the shoes from the box beside him and
stripping out the paper stuffing. Catherine offered her foot. The man slid on a high-heeled red sandal.
"Oh, my. These shoes were made for you. Look how well they show off this glorious high arch of yours."
"Dream on," Luke grumbled under his breath.
The salesman cast him a wary glance as he produced the other damn shoe. Luke's mouth wentSahara
dry. His eyes glommed on, riveted to her slender, tanned foot sliding slowly, slowly into that shoe. She
had the sexiest feet he'd ever seen. High instep, neat little toes, nails painted a glossy fire-engine red. His
erection had merely been lying dormant. It came back to life in a hurry. Oxygen drained out of his brain,
leaving him dizzy.
Cat's feet were sexy as hell.
Who would've thunk it?he thought without humor. He wanted to slide those sandals on her himself. Luke
closed his eyes. He pictured himself holding her heel in his palm, his other hand slipping the shoe slowly
over her toes. Pictured his hand gliding up the smooth, lightly tanned, highly freckled length of her leg.
Up. Up. To a wisp of a thong of lime-green silk
"Well? What do you think?" Cat stood, wriggling her toes and looking down at him. Luke refocused and
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cleared his throat.
"Buy them in every color they have."
Cat frowned, then turned to the salesman. "Let me try on a few of the others."
While Cat and the man conferred on colors and styles, Luke congratulated himself on his fortitude and
self sacrifice. He was a prince among men to resist her under so much temptation.
His eyes zeroed in on her sexy toes again. Yeah, a saint.
* * *
Catherine sang at the top of her voice as she walked into the living room fresh from a shower, rubbing
her hair with a towel and heading for the kitchen. She screeched to a stop midnote when she saw Luke.
He looked up from the book in his lap.
"Hey. You're home early," she said unnecessarily.
Grinning, he demanded, "What did you do with the money?"
"What money?"
"The money for the singing lessons."
"Ha ha. Spent it the same place you did those dancing lessons, Van Buren."
He wore white shorts and a tank top that had seen better days. He'd changed while she'd been in the
bathroom, and had tossed the clothes he'd worn to work on the table by the front door. One of his shoes
was near the bedroom door, the other under the coffee table. His socks decorated the lampshade.
"I had the bathroom door closed. You could have come in and changed in the bedroom, you know." [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]