| Sean,
Glad I could float your boat. You’ve paid me a great compliment.
I doubt any man before you has had that reaction to my photograph. What did you
do with all that pent up sexual need after you saw my photo? I wish I had a photograph
of you. Something in uniform and macho, if you please. Anyway, I had a dream last
night, and I’m blushing right now as I recall it. I was lying on this silky
white king-sized bed. Lying on it utterly naked. Okay, I wasn’t totally
naked. All I had on was this skimpy red bra and tiny thong panties. A filmy purple
and red gauze material draped over the four-poster bed. But the ceiling above
the bed is mirrored. The beautiful room is Victorian, with dark wood and green
velvet. There is soft flower scents, rose and maybe lavender. Some parts of the
dream were beyond hazy, as all dreams are. This one felt special. Anyway, I’m
off track. That black dress lay on the foot of the bed. I should have been cold,
but the room felt comfortable on my bare skin. I was really excited and frankly,
horny as hell. Okay, I’ll admit it. I knew you were coming to see me. How
I knew that, I don’t know. Then the bedroom door opened, and you stood there.
Naked. Honestly, since I don’t know what you look like naked…oh, wow,
I can’t believe I’ve told you about this dream. I’d better quit
now before I say something ultra incriminating and you decide to stop writing
me.
Hugs,
Eve
She sighed, still somewhat embarrassed by the letter. Then she remembered she
hadn’t phoned Male Call.
She’d promised to make reservations and something held her back. Maybe
she should find it exciting to watch male strippers dance half naked for her,
but the only thing her imagination could conjure was a half-clad Sean performing
an erotic two-step. She slipped off her athletic shoes and stretched out on the
bed so she could enjoy reading his letters. Suddenly, she felt way too warm. She
unbuttoned her shirt slowly and unfastened and unzipped her low-rise jeans. Ah,
that’s better.
Eve,
You’re killin’ me here. I’ve enclosed the picture you
wanted, though I got the razzing of my life when two of the guys found out why
I wanted them to take it.
His photo fell from the envelope onto her lap, and she quickly retrieved it.
Oh, oh, man. When Eve had seen the photograph for the first time, it had floored
her. Stunned her. Turned her on like no other picture of a man she’d seen
before. She’d seen plenty of attractive men in her life, and she’d
always thought Sean could be cute in a nerdy way. This picture blew away her conceptions
about Sean belonging to geek city.
Decked out in desert battle dress uniform pants and boots, but without a shirt,
he held an automatic weapon in front of his chest in a rough and ready pose. The
grin on his face was cocky but charming. His espresso eyes held an intense, badass
gaze. His military short, silvery blond hair defined his high cheekbones and made
his perfectly cut jaw more prominent. And oh, his chest and arms. Sean owned well-muscled
arms and a gorgeous chest sprinkled with dark blond hair that trailed down over
his six-pack stomach and into his waistband. Oh, my, my. He was delicious,
but in a rough, sharply angled way that shouldn’t have turned her on like
this. Most women at the office talked behind his back about his tousled messy
hair and too-big shirts. Maybe those too large shirts had been hiding this kick
ass physique all this time.
He looked dangerous.
Fuckin’ seriously hot.
If the office ladies could see him now…if they even knew what fantastic
shape he was in—that his body was this fabulous…
She groaned and jealousy flashed through her. Oh, man. She had it
bad.
Even now this photo created a desire that filled her blood with instant sexual
attraction. His letters had turned her low-grade intrigue into full-on heat. Her
mouth watered. She tore her gaze from the photo with difficulty and returned to
the letter.
Now that you’ve seen my ugly mug, I hope you’re satisfied.
You asked me what else is happening. Hell, there’s a whole lot I can’t
tell you and you don’t want to know. We reached Baghdad, and things are
dicey. That’s about all I can say.
Let’s not talk about this fuckin’ place, okay? You know that
dream you told me about, the one where you’re lying on the bed naked? Sounds
fantastic. Want me to add to the dream?
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