An invitation?

          “You
answer the door looking like something out of Victoria’s Secret and I’m
supposed to take it slow,” he teased, following her around the island.

            Stella laughed nervously and moved
away again.

            “Oh, you want to play a little, huh,
make me chase you,” Greg teased.

            “No,” Stella said, smiling.  “I want a chance to visit, to talk.”

            “What you’re wearing is talking.”

            Greg followed her around the
island.  It made her feel desired, but
she wondered why he always had to be in such a hurry.  Finally after going around the island a
couple of times, Stella set her wine glass down and slowly ran her hands down
her body, over the fabric, to her thighs. 
Greg got to her just as she stopped. 

            “I take it that was an invitation,”
he murmured...



Lisa Loomis (Gem Rats--a novel) Available on Amazon