from: [email protected]
date: May 2, 11:34 PM
subject: Delish on your lips . . .
It’s lemonade, vodka and champagne.
from: [email protected]
date: May 2, 8:35 PM
subject: That describes you . . .
Sounds like something I’d never touch but that will be beloved by your bar goers.
from: [email protected]
date: May 2, 11:36 PM
subject: Love your innuendo
It is already. The gal I run the bar with served a ton tonight. Said it was a big hit. Everyone was happy-buzzed too.
from: [email protected]
date: May 2, 8:37 PM
subject: Double entendres too
Sounds like a perfect state of existence. Can I have one of those too? The happy-buzz, that is.
from: [email protected]
date: May 2, 11:37 PM
subject: Named it for you
I call it The Heist. What did you do tonight? If you were on a date, please just tell me you played with kittens at a rescue shelter or something instead.
from: [email protected]
date: May 2, 8:39 PM
subject: No pu**y tonight
I saw a play. My favorite kind of storyline. (And thank you for the name. Maybe I will taste it sometime)
from: [email protected]
date: May 2, 11:41 PM
subject: Keep it that way!
The kind with a plot twist?
from: [email protected]
date: May 2, 8:42 PM
subject: Good memory
Yes. Call me impressed.
from: [email protected]
date: May 2, 11:44 PM
subject: You are on my mind
I remember everything about you . . . So . . . is today getting better for you?
from: [email protected]
date: May 2, 8:46 PM
subject: Yes. Since 20 minutes ago
Now it is.
from: [email protected]
date: May 2, 11:48 PM
subject: What was your favorite day ever?
Tell me a favorite memory from when you were younger. Pumpkin patch visit as a boy in Vegas? Lettering in varsity football? Prom? I bet you were prom king.
from: [email protected]
date: May 2, 8:49 PM
subject: I was not . . .
But I looked good in a blue ruffly tux.
from: [email protected]
date: May 2, 11:50 PM
subject: Pictures please
Dying to see THAT.
from: [email protected]
date: May 2, 8:51 PM
subject: Lawyers don’t send pictures
I know better than to send self-incriminating evidence.
from: [email protected]
date: May 2, 11:53 PM
subject: Damn that lawyer photo clause
I will just have to imagine you in your tux, and even though you were probably an insanely hot teenage boy, I suppose I really should be perving on you as a man. An insanely hot man. And you probably look insanely hot in a tux.
from: [email protected]
date: May 2, 8:55 PM
subject: Tux fetish?
I suspect any tux I wore would look best with your hands on the buttons.
from: [email protected]
date: May 2, 11:56 PM
subject: You fetish
Unbuttoning them.
from: [email protected]
date: May 2, 9:02 PM
subject: Dangerous ground
We shouldn’t be doing this . . .
from: [email protected]
date: May 3, 12:04 AM
subject: Say the word
Do you want me to stop?
from: [email protected]
date: May 2, 9:05 PM
subject: Don’t stop
No . . .
He told himself he was safe from her web of lies and brand of hurt by the three thousand miles that separated them. As long as he stayed a continent away, he’d be okay. So when her name flashed across the screen with the enticing words—incoming call—he answered immediately.
“Hello.”
“Hi,” she said in a sleep-sexy purr.
“Are you in bed?”
“Only place I like to be when I’m talking to you,” she said, and he loved knowing what she looked like all stretched out on her bed. Like an invitation. A beautiful f**king invitation for him with those long, strong legs, her curvy hips, her beautiful br**sts, and that gorgeous red hair spread out on the covers.
“I bet you’re wearing something sexy. Some little lingerie or bra-and-panty set,” he said, keeping the talk to sexiness because he couldn’t handle anything more right now.
“Do you want to know?”
“I want you to paint the image in my eye.”
“I have on my bare legs.”