Got your number...

           When the doorbell rang I jumped up off the couch filled with
excitement.  I had on jeans and a black
sweater, cut low.  A push up bra gave me
good looking cleavage and I knew he would like that.  My black boots sat by the door, but for now I
was barefoot.  When I pulled open the
door and saw him standing there, he took my breath away.  He had on a white cowboy style shirt with stitching
around the pockets.  The mother of pearl snaps
gleamed in the sunlight.  His jeans rode
low but fitted and he had his cowboy boots and cowboy hat on. 

            “I guess you’re
looking to get lucky tonight,” I said smiling.

            “I figured you’d
say that,” he laughed.  “The boots give
it away?”

            “Well yeah.   I have
your number remember,” I teased.




Lisa Loomis (Casanova Cowboy--a novel) Available on Amazon