Deadly Valentine by Jenna Harte

Author:Jenna Harte
Language: eng
Format: mobi, epub
Publisher: Moxie Vie
Published: 2012-08-05T04:00:00+00:00

Chapter Twenty-Five

She stood, stunned as Jack walked away from her. How could he kiss and touch her like that, for the purpose of getting her hot and bothered, and then just turn it off when the wrong thing came out of her mouth? She shook her head as she tried to understand what happened. She knew she said the wrong thing, but it wasn't what she meant. Being with him could never be a chore.

She heard the wood in the fire as it broke apart, the flames dying away. It was a metaphor for the moment, she decided. But she knew if she poked at the logs she could rekindle the fire. Could she do the same for the spark that was dying between her and Jack? Could she fan the flames?

If she intended to try, she needed a plan. She was no prude, but neither was she an experienced seductress. If she had time, she would have called Kate for a crash course in seducing a man. Instead she'd have to find her inner-feminine wiles on her own.

To start with, she needed to change. The La Perla lingerie she acquired earlier in the day would be a good start. Going to her bedroom she stripped off the rest of her clothes and pulled the lacy black and red undergarments from the top drawer of her dresser. She slipped them on quickly and checked herself in the mirror. Remembering what he said at the ice cream shop, she pulled the pins from her hair and shook out the curls. It improved the wanton look, but did nothing to give her the long-legged lingerie model look.

Acting on an idea, she went to her closet. Looking up on the shelf, she realized the box was too high. Grabbing an empty clothes hanger, she reached up and was just able to slip the end under the box's lid. She pulled and the red stilettos tumbled along with the box that had held them for three years since she'd last worn them. She tugged them on, wincing as they pinched her toes. Hopefully she wouldn't be wearing them for long.

Testing a few poses she hoped looked sexy, she took a deep breath and headed to the bathroom.

“Are you decent?” she asked through the slightly ajar door.

“You're joking right?” His voice was tight.

She pushed the door open to find him standing over the sink, a hand resting on each side of the basin, his head hanging. Drops of water clung to his face. A version of the cold shower she suspected.

“I can help you with that.” Had she pulled off sounding sultry?

“You've done enough already," he grumbled.

“Jack.” She tried to coo.

“Give me a damn minute!”

Normally, the outburst would have deflated her confidence, but for some reason in this case it annoyed her. “For goodness sake, don't be a martyr. I can help you with that. I want to help you with that.”

He turned his head. His eyes flashed then narrowed as they took a long slide over her bra, lacy underwear, and red heels.

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