daughter. Such a delightful child; though so troubled. Lynn wanted to mother her, but it wasn't her place.
Going out with someone as handsome as D.G. Martin would be fun, but nothing would come of it. She wouldn't take that chance. Generally, men made no impression on her. When they came on to her she closed up, making it clear she wasn't interested. Maybe she was frigid. She couldn't lust like Janine. At least, that's what she thought, until tonight. Her reaction to D.G. went way beyond mere interest. The sudden jolt she felt the first time their eyes had met, shook her to her toes.
No. She wouldn't think about it. She was perfectly content with her life. D.G. was lethally attractive, and therefore to be avoided at all costs—the kind of man who could make you want to be in his arms.
Liar, liar, pants on fire.
There were times when she allowed a bit of yearning. What would it be like to be held close and not be afraid? Just once, she'd like to know. An image rose of D.G. taking her in his arms, pulling her against his hard body, his warm, beautiful eyes searching her face as he prepared to kiss her. Her heart told her she wouldn't need to fear him.
Her mind drifted. He probably smelled good. It was only a guess. She rarely got close enough to smell men.
His hands were soft, she knew, because they weren't callused. They'd feel like silk wandering over her naked body.
Alarm shook her as awareness grew. Something was happening 'down there.' Sexual arousal? She hadn't felt that for a long time, except, maybe, when she read a sexy scene in a romance novel. Her panties were wet. Strange vibrations stirring in her gut made unfamiliar muscles contract. She refused to acknowledge the thrill she felt—shaking her head in denial.
You don't do that, her inner voice warned. Getting giddy over a man was kid stuff, and she was way beyond that. Remember that he'll be gone when summer is over, then what?
"Meow?"
The imperious summons sounded from the porch. Charlotte, her calico cat, sat regally on the railing, reminding her that dinner was about two hours late.
"Sorry, Charlotte. I'll be right there." She got out of the car and hurried toward the house, breathing in the satisfying odor of her very own freshly cut grass.
~ * ~
It was nearly midnight by the time David pulled into the driveway at home, went into the house and found Sarah still reading.
"Hey, Dad. How'd it go?"
"I'm a wealthy man, kiddo. Tips were great tonight. My busboy will have the cash to take his girl on a hot date tomorrow night."
"Those guys don't have a clue to your 'double life,' do they?"
"The wait staff doesn't. Management does, of course. We see each other at Rotary Club Breakfasts." He'd had no problem fitting in with the local businessmen. Some of them had been his clients before the move and they shared an interest in making money.
Sarah said, "My French teacher, back at the academy, used to say, 'Be sure your sins will find you out.' You'll be outed."
"Maybe sooner than later. I met a woman there tonight who got my attention." At Sarah's look of interest, he hastened to add, "I don't know her name, but I think she might be local. People seemed to know her. Anyhow, judging from the part of her conversation I overheard, I don't think she's interested in local men." Before she could say anything, he added, "Well, I'm for bed. See you in the morning."
He left her looking at him with speculation.
Chapter Four
Monday afternoon, Lynn worked at Scentual Encounters, creating a new fragrance while unsettling memories of dinner at the Kensington, with her since Friday, filled her mind. Images of D.G. Martin bobbed to the surface of her mind like a beach ball in a pool. There was no keeping them submerged to a safe depth. Worse, every time she thought of him, she had to resist the thrill she felt, by reminding herself that she had insulted him and he ignored her for the rest of the evening. Period. End of episode.
Determined to purge him
Going out with someone as handsome as D.G. Martin would be fun, but nothing would come of it. She wouldn't take that chance. Generally, men made no impression on her. When they came on to her she closed up, making it clear she wasn't interested. Maybe she was frigid. She couldn't lust like Janine. At least, that's what she thought, until tonight. Her reaction to D.G. went way beyond mere interest. The sudden jolt she felt the first time their eyes had met, shook her to her toes.
No. She wouldn't think about it. She was perfectly content with her life. D.G. was lethally attractive, and therefore to be avoided at all costs—the kind of man who could make you want to be in his arms.
Liar, liar, pants on fire.
There were times when she allowed a bit of yearning. What would it be like to be held close and not be afraid? Just once, she'd like to know. An image rose of D.G. taking her in his arms, pulling her against his hard body, his warm, beautiful eyes searching her face as he prepared to kiss her. Her heart told her she wouldn't need to fear him.
Her mind drifted. He probably smelled good. It was only a guess. She rarely got close enough to smell men.
His hands were soft, she knew, because they weren't callused. They'd feel like silk wandering over her naked body.
Alarm shook her as awareness grew. Something was happening 'down there.' Sexual arousal? She hadn't felt that for a long time, except, maybe, when she read a sexy scene in a romance novel. Her panties were wet. Strange vibrations stirring in her gut made unfamiliar muscles contract. She refused to acknowledge the thrill she felt—shaking her head in denial.
You don't do that, her inner voice warned. Getting giddy over a man was kid stuff, and she was way beyond that. Remember that he'll be gone when summer is over, then what?
"Meow?"
The imperious summons sounded from the porch. Charlotte, her calico cat, sat regally on the railing, reminding her that dinner was about two hours late.
"Sorry, Charlotte. I'll be right there." She got out of the car and hurried toward the house, breathing in the satisfying odor of her very own freshly cut grass.
~ * ~
It was nearly midnight by the time David pulled into the driveway at home, went into the house and found Sarah still reading.
"Hey, Dad. How'd it go?"
"I'm a wealthy man, kiddo. Tips were great tonight. My busboy will have the cash to take his girl on a hot date tomorrow night."
"Those guys don't have a clue to your 'double life,' do they?"
"The wait staff doesn't. Management does, of course. We see each other at Rotary Club Breakfasts." He'd had no problem fitting in with the local businessmen. Some of them had been his clients before the move and they shared an interest in making money.
Sarah said, "My French teacher, back at the academy, used to say, 'Be sure your sins will find you out.' You'll be outed."
"Maybe sooner than later. I met a woman there tonight who got my attention." At Sarah's look of interest, he hastened to add, "I don't know her name, but I think she might be local. People seemed to know her. Anyhow, judging from the part of her conversation I overheard, I don't think she's interested in local men." Before she could say anything, he added, "Well, I'm for bed. See you in the morning."
He left her looking at him with speculation.
Chapter Four
Monday afternoon, Lynn worked at Scentual Encounters, creating a new fragrance while unsettling memories of dinner at the Kensington, with her since Friday, filled her mind. Images of D.G. Martin bobbed to the surface of her mind like a beach ball in a pool. There was no keeping them submerged to a safe depth. Worse, every time she thought of him, she had to resist the thrill she felt, by reminding herself that she had insulted him and he ignored her for the rest of the evening. Period. End of episode.
Determined to purge him
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