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This is a throwback to earlier days of being published…a hot, sexy read (Odd, but after all these years I’ve never figured out what my “voice” is as a writer. Maybe you can tell me?)
From LURE by Carolina Valdez
The man, Angelo Santini, watched her from the bar through hooded eyes. She was some woman—long legs, breasts to die for, and the promise of wild pleasure peeking out from under a skirt that covered just enough and not enough. He felt his body responding inappropriately or, rather, appropriately, he thought with a half smile. He was a man, after all. He sipped his beer and turned his thoughts to his assignment instead. He was here as her backup, not to seduce her. Or be seduced, he thought with a chuckle as he saw her slap her flail.
They hadn’t met, yet he could swear she was looking at him, dancing for him. It was uncanny. Looking right at me, he thought, as he watched her lazily running her hands down her hips and up her inner thighs, stopping just short of her skirt, then, crossing her hands over her breasts, she rocked her derrière in circles as she moved around the pole.