![]() Whiskey-Eyed Woman
SPECIAL ANNOUNCEMENT! -- EXCERPT: “There’s a slight issue with the sleeping arrangements,” Duncan told her as he leaned past her to flick the light in the living room off. “What’s that?” she asked, sounding a little breathless even to her own ears. Moonlight filtered in through the gauzy curtain, weaving an intimate enchantment between them. He leaned down, and for a brief moment, Mandy thought—hoped—he’d kiss her. Instead, he rubbed his thigh with a wince. He’d pushed his leg too hard today, with the long walk and crouching. She wondered how he’d react if she offered to massage it for him, then decided she wasn’t up to facing the rejection. “There’s only one bed…” His eyes locked onto hers as he said the words, his gaze heating. Now she really did lose her breath, as all of it left her in a rush. The images the simple words conjured, of the two of them sharing a bed and all that might entail, crowded her mind. The hot slide of their naked bodies, mingling breaths, mind-blowing pleasure. It overwhelmed her. “…So I’m going to sleep on the couch,” he continued. Mandy blinked as the words penetrated her brain. “Don’t be ridiculous,” she muttered. She glanced at the two-person couch, then his 6’4” frame. “You’ll never fit.” “Nevertheless, I’m not letting you sleep in an uncomfortable place tonight.” Mandy narrowed her eyes. Before she could think twice, she blurted out a suggestion. “We can share.” Even in the dim light, with his dark skin, she could see him blanch. He stumbled back and away from her. “That’s a terrible idea,” he told her bluntly. “Why?” she asked. She wanted him to say it, once and for all. Did he hate her? Did he want her? Some days she suspected it was both. But she wanted to be sure, so she could finally deal with these feelings she had for him, once and for all. “I can’t…I just…No.” “Then I’ll take the couch,” she said, setting her shoulders. “No,” he said again, his eyes narrowing in challenge. “Then we’re at a standoff.” They eyed each other for a long moment. Mandy shifted, wanting to win this battle, even if she didn’t actually want to share a bed with him. God knows what her subconscious would do in her sleep, but it would probably be incredibly inappropriate between work colleagues. “I won’t touch you, if that’s what you’re worried about.” He choked, scandalised, and Mandy grinned. “This is a terrible idea,” he muttered to himself. Victory was hers. ![]()
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