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Chapter One
Yvette Sa Roberto Cavalli dress from her body before the door to her conte nothing but a black lace bra,boy-short panties and her four-inch stilettos, she walked into her bedroom and tossed the dress over the back of the armchair in the far corner She crossed to the bed and threw back the cried the satin top sheet off the mattress
Carrying the sheet into the living rooh-backed sofa that served as the centerpiece of the artistically decorated roo fan froed it in, positioned it to blow on the sofa and cranked it to high She stood in front of the strea the wind tunnel she’d created cool her hot, dewy skin The quick change in tehtened her nipples behind the lacy cups of her bra The breeze from the fan on the ers brushing over the sensitive spot, a whisper of a touch along her pussy lips
The fine layer of perspiration that covered her chest and belly felt less sticky and oppressive as it chilled with the light gust cole She would have turned the air conditioner on, but with all the humidity and rain of late, the built-up condensation had killed theYvette without air conditioning for the weekend
The association thathad informed her the tee dee to their written bylaws Therefore, her lack of cool air was not currently subject to their involve into a hotel, but couldn’t fully justify it when the air conditioning units in the condos surrounding hers helped to keep the building froht chilly fro thisthe unexpected rains
She poured a glass of freezer-chilled vodka froid liquid helped to cool her insides a bit She set the glass on the tall end table next to the sofa, went out into the foyer and propped the door open Just enough so she could leave the security chain in place The brisk breeze fro the terees
Perhaps a cold shoas a better alternative to the fan, but she suspected the respite would be fleeting She’d need another one five minutes later, so as the point?
Instead, she retrieved a spray bottle from under the kitchen sink, filled it with cold water and returned to the living room She flipped on the CD player, already loaded with sexy jazz tunes, and then sank onto the plush sofa She’d covered it with the satin sheet, knowing the lightweight, slippery material would be a hell of a lot cooler than the velvet
Finally feeling the relief from her efforts, she reached for her cocktail and sipped it as she spritzed herself ater, the air froainst the rolled ar, blonde hair over it, letting the air and the spray of water cool her neck
She’d just finished her first glass of vodka, certain her internal tee, when the door Finn Griffith’s unexpected visit Perking Yvette up considerably
“Send him up!” she said into the phone receiver she’d left on the coffee table
Finn was a renowned artist as also devilishly handsoeniuses were, yet definitely a tall, dark and hunky fantasy co
A thrill of anticipation shimmied down her spine at the possibilities that ran rah her mind
Clie and poured one for Finn Leaving the cocktails on the slass-top of the wet bar, she strolled to the foyer, just as she heard the elevator ding She unhooked the security chain and pulled the door open just enough to peek up and down the hallway to ensure her neighbors weren’t out and about Seeing only Finn, she yanked the door open and filled the doorith her nearly naked body as she propped a hip against the frame
Finn drew up short, staring at her, a wicked grin on his perfectly sculpted face and lust flashing in his melted-chocolate brown eyes
“Jesus,” he said “You could give a grown man wet dreams”
She smiled “Hoeet of you to say”