HAPPY BOOK BIRTHDAY TO
MUST LOVE FASHION!
would keep throughout the day. A secret for her and Andrew to share.
have a nice ring to it.
oxygen in the room, doesn’t he?” Andrew pushed on one of his knees and stood.
though.” Gwen fingered the skirt and swooshed the fabric back and forth.
is more subtle?”
he’d dared to ask her personal preferences for a mate, and before he could
retract his question or dilute it, she said firmly, “Yes, on the surface.” And smoldering underneath. Like you Andrew.
away. “I’m still concerned all the attention will be on you in that dress.” He held his chin, smooth and fresh.
my hair up.” She gathered a handful of waves and swept them away from her face.
But when he only stared at her bracelets as they clanged together, she let the
bundle fall. “Or—”
caught in his throat. His fingers brushed past her cheek, lifting the hair off
her shoulders again. “This is perfect.”
it is perfect. And he should be kissing her by now.
Those amazing lips, pink and full on hers…and on other parts of her body,
making her feel alive.
but he said nothing. Gwen preferred to not
have to make the first move. How would she know if Andrew really wanted her in
the first place, and wasn’t just taking advantage of a willing partner? But how
long could she wait for him, before a crazy impulse took hold of her?
I’m wearing my hair up tomorrow,” she whispered, locking eyes with him.
stepped back, letting her hair fall. The weight of so many waves warmed her
skin, even though she preferred the heat coming off his body. She stepped back
as well and slipped into co-worker mode. “Andrew, be honest. Is this dress…too
much? I prefer clothes that are simple and classic. Conservative even.”
classic, Gwen. But not simple. You wear our clothes beautifully.” He ran his
hand over the suit jacket she had draped on a desk chair. “The way they sit on
you tells a story of…of the woman we know other women want to be.”
breathless. “Thank you, Andrew.”
thank you.” His shoulders softened. “I need you to know, I couldn’t have done
this without you.”
swiped at eyes she suspected were shiny with tears, she wouldn’t let fall.
Better to be respected as an equal, and not thought of as a weepy lightweight.
“You’ve run plenty of these shows.”
takes to pull this off. There was no way I could have done what you’ve done…for
this show.” He ran a hand through his
hair, his wedding band was—gone!
breath away. She twisted her hair to the side, to keep her hands busy. “Did you
want to do one final walk through for tomorrow?”
down to the pick up the shoebox. His back straightened, emphasizing his
to hug him. Immediately there was a different feel to his touch from the night
of their first drink. The night when everything had turned around. And upside
down. His fingers pressed into her skin. His body molded against hers. Oh, the
smell of him, musky and woodsy. Masculine. There it was, his heart, beating
wildly. There was so much of this man, his heart must work so hard to pump his
rich blood through so many veins.
softening, meant it was time for her to let go. “Have a good night Andrew.” She
touched his hands and leaned upward for a kiss on the cheek. The edge of his
mouth—warm and tender as she remembered—caught the corner of her lips. Tickle, Tickle went her stomach.
caught in his collar, binding them together for a brief moment. Creating a
bridge that could bring them together…if someone was brave enough to cross.