Missed: Rafael & Lisa by Tess Thompson

Author:Tess Thompson
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: 4Kids5Cats

Wearing a light gray suit and white linen shirt without a tie, Rafael stood in front of the full-length mirror. Yesterday, Winn, the stylist, a rail-thin brunette wearing four-inch heels and skinny jeans, had brought a half-dozen outfits for him. Despite feeling slightly embarrassed by the process, he had to admit that he looked good.

He moved to the window. A scarlet sunset streaked the horizon. Below, a horn bleated, accompanied by the faint sound of a siren. The suite smelled of lilies from an arrangement on the table.

Heels clicked on the stone floor. He turned to see Lisa coming from the bedroom, wearing a sleeveless dress that reminded him of a large silk scarf in the color of pink cherry blossoms. Her hair was arranged in waves that fell at her collarbone, complemented by subtle makeup that emphasized her eyes. She glowed as though a thousand lightning bugs danced in her chest.

He put his hand over his mouth to keep from making a caveman-like grunt.

She rushed over to him and ran her hands down the sides of his arms. “Oh my gosh, Rafael. You look very handsome.”

“I clean up okay?” Being this near to her made his head swim.

“More than okay.”

“Well, you look incredible. More than that.” The right word wouldn’t come. They never did when it counted. “The dress is nice.”

“I love it, too.” She twirled in a circle, and the skirt rose up around her shapely thighs. “The material makes me feel like dancing.” The dress dipped low in the back, revealing creamy skin just above her tailbone.

He shoved his hands in his pockets to keep from reaching out for her.

She drew nearer. Taller than usual in her high heels, the top of her head reached his chin. A gold necklace lay in the palm of her hand. “Could you fasten this for me?”

“Sure.” He breathed in the scent of her hair as he took the necklace from her outstretched hand.

She looked up at him, her voice smooth like warm caramel. “I suppose I should turn around?”

“I believe that’s how this works.”

She turned and lifted her hair. Careful not to brush her skin, he brought the two ends of the necklace together at the back of her neck.

“Christ, this is a small fastener,” he said.

“Can you get it?”

His thumbs were as fat as sausages. How had he never noticed that before? His fingers looked rough and unkempt next to her smooth alabaster skin. He swore under his breath as he tried to line up the hole with the round hook. On the third attempt, he got it. “There it goes.”

She let down her hair. White-gold strands fell around her shoulders.

Move away. Don’t maul her when she looks so perfectly put together.

If he could have obeyed the voice in his head, he would have, but his shoes seemed glued to the floor. He brushed his thumb over one of her bare shoulders.

Her back rose and fell as she inhaled and exhaled.

He slid the tips of his fingers down the exposed skin of her back.

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