Shades of Shame (Semper Fi) Read Online Free PDF

her green eyes.  She would study Elise; possibly even adopt some of her mannerisms.
    And the Senator was dressed in a starched white monogrammed shirt, which offset his thick dark hair and illuminated his deep blue eyes.  He was the most handsome man Leila had ever seen.  He had a permanent half smile that showed the perfect white teeth befitting a man of his stature, and he seemed to find humor in everything.  Leila would’ve thought that such a grin would give the public reason to feel disrespected; instead his constituents felt connected to him, as though every single soul was an old buddy who had suddenly appeared after a long absence.  And his eyes watched everything and everyone all at once.  It didn’t seem to matter if it were Gracie delivering their dinner, his wife, or Patricia; his eyes devoured each one of them.  It wasn’t until his eyes met Leila’s that her blood warmed beyond a boiling point.  Her knees became weak under his brief gaze as his sexually charged energy spread across the table.  She subconsciously squeezed her thighs together, complimenting the electric feeling between her legs.  It was as if he could reach into her soul with nothing more than his eyes and hold her still.  He had no need for ropes and chains to bind his prisoners, not with those eyes.  Damn he was dangerous!  She could see clearly now why every woman in his office lined up to be with him.  Everyone, that is, except her mother.
    Leila shifted in her seat, trying hard not to stare at him.  He smiled and stretched out his leg, touching his foot to hers while looking directly at his wife.  He was too good at this!  Leila thought.  She contemplated excusing herself to gather her bearings; he made her feel damp and uncomfortable in these surroundings.  He was the kind of man she would need to deal with, lull into her web with tactics these women would consider barbaric.  Yes, David McNarry needed handling, but first he needed to know who was in charge.  The sound of the front door opening grabbed everyone’s attention; Leila took her cue and quickly excused herself to kitchen.
    “Bathroom?” she asked Gracie who sat at the round kitchen table sipping coffee while examining the newest People magazine.
    “Second door on the right,” she said, pointing down the narrow hall without glancing up.
    Leila thought she’d never get there; she closed the door as quickly as she could behind her and let out an exasperated breath.  I must be having amateur hour , she cursed herself.  One thing was for sure, she needed to get control of herself.  It wouldn’t do for her captive to sense her fear, and he may not know it yet but David McNarry was already a casualty of Leila’s war.  This dinner was reconnaissance as far as she was concerned, nothing more.  She hadn’t considered that a man could exude quite that much power.  One thing was sure; Leila would need to be more mentally prepared for their next encounter.  She scanned the small bathroom for a wash cloth, dropped it in the sink and ran cold water over it.  She wrung it out, and gently patted her forehead and the sides of her neck, being as careful as she could not to mess up her makeup.  She was on fire, and her lust for this man was overwhelming.
    With irritation, she realized that she yearned to feel the sweet release of orgasm.  The foreign surroundings weren’t exactly helping that feeling; unusual locales always turned her on.  This was probably the nicest hall bathroom she had ever seen.  Like everything else in the house, not a dime had been spared on each detail.  She sat on the toilet and slid the cold washcloth behind her neck.  The cool air did little to calm her down as she stared directly into the mirror over the sink.  Even her nipples were straining against her top; the heat was just about unbearable.
    She could hear Gracie talking in the other room, laughing.  The new voice was deep and soft, relaxing her tensed nerves and