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waiting for you."
    Rhys pressed me up against the wall and instantly slipped his tongue into my mouth. I moaned lightly, totally useless against this wonderful attack. His hands were under my skirt, traveling slowly up my thighs. I was wondering if I would really be bold enough to let him take me right there when a door closed above us and light footsteps were heard descending the stairs. Rhys stepped away from me and I had just enough time to fix my skirt before Nicole appeared.
    I slipped away under her questioning eyes, but Rhys remained there with her.
    What the hell was that about? Was he waiting there for me or was he waiting for Nicole and I just happened to come along? I wasn't sure that I even wanted an answer.
    That kiss should have left me smiling, but I found myself feeling annoyed and turned on at the same time. After work I bi-passed my usual exit off of the highway and headed to the mall instead. I needed retail therapy.
    I bought more titillating shoes, clothes for work that were stylish and even sexy, and I shopped around Bath and Body Works until I found something that mixed well with my body chemistry and didn't make me smell like toe jam.
    My lingerie and provocative undergarments were limited to Wal-Mart over the years. Not that they didn't have nice things, but I wanted more than nice. Maybe wearing something flirty and fun under my clothes would make me feel good, if not better than I had felt this morning.
    So, I hit up Victoria's Secret, after convincing myself that I wasn't too fat to walk into the store. I half suspected that they had a Fat-O-Meter, and that it would go nuts when I walked in, but while I was standing outside looking in, a very large and hideous woman left the store. With a bag. If the Fat-O-Meter and Ugly-O-Meter didn't go off for her, I was good.
    I bought several pairs of sexy underwear with matching bras, a couple of bustiers, and a few other random items. I was downright giddy as I left the mall.
    When I got home, I threw all of my bags onto the couch, pulled my shoes off, and went into the kitchen in search of food and drink. I realized, as I stood with the fridge and freezer doors wide open that I should have also gone food shopping.
    I ordered a pizza and went upstairs to change my clothes. I was only upstairs for about five minutes, but by the time I returned to the living room I had a visitor. And he was holding up a pair of red, nearly transparent panties.
     
    Chapter Nine
     
    I nearly peed myself when I found Rhys standing in my living room. In fact, I think I may have peed a tiny bit.
    "You have to stop sneaking in here like this!"
    "I didn't sneak. You just happened to be absent from the room."
    "That's the second time you've had your hand on my underwear." And both times I wasn't in them. Sucks.
    "I like these much better than the ones from Wal-Mart," he grinned at me and then fished into the Victoria's Secret bag and produced the matching bra.
    I was melting on the spot watching him handle my unmentionables.
    "The red is my favorite. I like the black, too. I suppose I would have to see how it looks on you to make my final decision on a favorite."
    I felt a rush of heat on my face and in my vagina.
    "So, I ordered pizza," I said and walked into the kitchen. "You want some?"
    "Yes," he answered right behind me.
    I grabbed two beers from the fridge and handed Rhys one. I was still on the fence about his intentions earlier in the day, or his intentions in general. I didn't want to get hurt any more than I was, but at the same time I didn't want to miss the opportunity to kiss him again, or do other things with him.
    We went back into the living room. Rhys sat down on the couch and I sat at the far side.
    "What are you doing all the way over there?" He asked. "Get your ass over here, Lindsey." He said it in a tone that let me know he was the boss, but not the kind of boss that was going to whoop my ass, and his voice was still so...Rhys, manly, but soft and sensual.
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