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I sank into the sofa facing the fire and kicked my shoes off There was a chill in the early autumn air, so I tucked my feet under me on the cushion and reached for the cream-colored chenille throw draped over the ars with it as he poured Scotch for himself and then opened a bottle of Chardonnay for me

“Want more flame?” he asked as he joined me

“No, it’s fine I should have worn pants today Little nippy out there”

He eyed the flash of bare thigh not covered by the blanket “The skirt puts ed both brows at me

“No flirting,” I warned It was bad enough that one look at hihten and my insides sizzle He truly was a handsoht white teeth andestive comments

Nearly a year had passed since I’d last had sex, and I’d been feeling nature’s call of late This weakened ood looks quickly did a nu me a little breathless and a lot restless My instant reaction to him hardly supported my resolve to stay out of his bed

He took a sip of whisky then said, “I can’t help flirting with you I’ve missed you”

Subconsciously I’d already known that, which served as another hit to my determination to keep this a friendly, not sexual, visit But I couldn’t dismiss the fact that his calls fronment, had become more frequent over the past couple of months

“I’ve missed you too,” I admitted Dinner or drinks once a hen he was in town had al most of the time

He studied ered on my breasts, concealed behind a silver, satin button-down blouse tucked into s and added, “Why don’t you curl up over here with me? I’ll warm you up”

“Michael”

“Fiona”

The battle of wills ensued once more

“I’ more than a drink and to ask my favor”

“Let me unbutton your blouse, and you can have whatever you want”