This week we
have a surprise squeezing and we can’t tell you who or what until
Wednesday. But do enjoy the teaser:
We hold her hands up, like she were a
ballerina, and twirl her a bit. When I place my hand on her hip, her
soft dress heats up like a fire. Oh, for crushed silk, sensual and
beautiful. I’m studying her, and I see her heart is beating like
crazy—again, silk is a dead give-away, the soft material trembling in
her understated cleavage. Elegance is so much more than designer
dresses.
The blush that colors her cheeks is enchanting. She gives my hand a quick squeeze, and then lets go of both of us.
“I am so glad
to meet you two, as well,” she says, smiling. “And I am sure we will
talk again in a minute or so. But right now, I need to tour this
fabulous house and meet all the guests. See you in a little while.”
She picks up
her glass of champagne again, just like that. She’s off, but sends us a
radiant smile over her shoulder. Yes, we are not done with you just yet,
young lady. Oh, no, not at all. You’ll be back. We’ll wait.
I glance over at Jasper, and his look says it all. His mind is made up. It is this girl or nobody, with us tonight.
I couldn’t agree more.
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