At first sight

Here’s mine:

“It’s not your color.”

I glanced over and then up.

Way up.

Because the smooth, velvety voice belonged to a giant. Even contained in a full pinstripe suit oozing with power and money, I could tell he was built like a brick shithouse.

When I didn’t reply, he clarified solemnly, “Black isn’t your color.”

He wasn’t looking at me, which was fortunate since I’d started to salivate. I could see the tip of a tattoo peeking out from under his collar.

Inked muscle?

Just call me Pavlov’s dog.

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Mistress Ann

4 thoughts on “At first sight

  1. From One . . .

    Realizing with a start that he was holding his breath, he forced himself to resume a normal breathing pattern, but couldn’t help letting out a strangled squawk when the woman’s lids popped open and he found himself looking into astounding white eyes.
    “Kate, call an ambulance,” Detective Xavier Montague screamed over his shoulder, one hand pressed to the young woman’s neck, the other to the heavily bleeding wound at her shoulder. “This one’s alive.”

  2. From Merry Me

    Looking intently at the menu, his hand jerked as the same voice from earlier swirled around. This time, hearing the voice so close, it slid over him like a sweet caress. The smooth tone, the softness as each word left her mouth did something to Elliot that hadn’t happened in, well, forever.
    Another small strike to the lock on his heart.
    Glancing up, his nerves rattled a little more. The shiny leather of the booth kept him anchored even as his body threatened to melt into a puddle of goo.
    Pure beauty.

  3. The woman is crouched down talking to Ethan, Captain Green’s three-year-old son and my granddaughter’s boyfriend, so Teagan claims anyway. The lady is rather precariously balanced with her ass next to her high heels. From where I’m standing over her I have a great view. Her sweater has ridden up where her jeans gap slightly at the back giving me a peak at her lacy red panties. Ramirez sees it too. The boy looks up and says, “Daddy, can I have pie?” She looks up, straight into my eyes.
    I’m way more than pleasantly surprised. I’m thunderstruck. Her beautiful emerald eyes lock to mine. She wobbles on her heels.

    Link…but it isn’t available right now because I’m reediting since I’m so anal…

  4. “I told you we’d be taking on a student this summer, didn’t I?”
    Brannt’s face clouded over just slightly before clearing once again. “Indeed you did, I just assumed…” he shrugged, letting his muted disapproval dangle in the air suggestively.
    “That I’d be a man?” Cassie challenged.
    Brannt grunted. His thin lips compressed into a fine line. “That you’d be older than twelve.” Those cold grey eyes raked over Cassie’s slight frame, taking stock of her worth. They didn’t seem to find much, if his accompanying frown was anything to go by.
    Cassie opened her mouth—

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