So who watched Supernatural last night? God, I love that show. Even the dad is good looking.
Not only does this show have good-looking men, but also the chemistry between them is absolutely fantastic. Not THAT kind of chemistry. I’m talking the banter and the rapport between the characters. The scene when their Dad was there was heartwarming. Who doesn’t love to see big strong men show a little love? No not THAT kind of love. Geez you guys….what are you all perverts around here?
You are? YeeHaaw! I’m a bit of a pervert myself. 
Yup. Wanna read some pervy thoughts? Here’s a teaser of the Novella I’m working on. The one that brought out the game face!
Wrapped in a silk kimono style gown fresh from the shower, I strolled into the bedroom with coffee cup in hand. Ugh! Monday mornings were never my favorite. Mornings in general were hell. Which is why I liked my job at the boutique so much. As manager, I didn’t need to be in the store until ten, and that gave me the extra time to become human before facing the public.
Only one thing really wakes me up with a smile on my face, and that’s morning wake up sex. I’d tried to get Grant into it that morning, but he hadn’t been interested. It sort of felt that way a lot lately. Like I was a little kid trying to get attention from her favorite teacher.
I stepped back from the mirror and studied my reflection. Married seven years and still looking good. I hadn’t gained any weight, and I certainly didn’t look thirty-four years old, so that wasn’t why the spark had gone out of our sex life. And by no spark, I don’t mean we don’t have sex. We do, it’s just not…exciting anymore.
Out of the corner of my eye, I caught a movement. I spun around and saw a man on the roof of my neighbor’s house. Hmm. That’s what that nagging pounding was. I thought it was just my brain protesting its awakened state.
I couldn’t see the roofer’s face very well, but even at a distance I could tell he had a killer body. And as usual for me, the sight of a hard body made my pulse kick up a notch.
As I went to work on my makeup, I kept glancing in the mirror and checking him out. And saw that he glancing my way too. Adrenaline started to ease into my blood stream, a long absent awareness settled in, and a naughty idea sprouted in my half-awake mind.
Exaggerating my primping in the mirror, I piled my russet curls on top of my head and let the belt of my robe work itself loose. I stuck pins into my hair sporadically so it had the sexy ‘just tumbled’ look to it, and bent deeper over the dresser.
The next time he glanced my way, if he was paying attention, he’d see the bottom of my butt cheeks peeking out from below the edge of my robe. After applying my mascara I straightened up and flicked a glance at his reflection. He was still working, but slowly. In the ten seconds I watched him, he glanced my way three times.
“Yes!” I hissed under my breath. A tingle of pride, of awareness, whipped through my body.
When I saw him pause, I spun around quickly so my robe flared out, and gave him a quick glimpse of my naked body. I headed for the closet and pulled out a casual sundress. With a flick of my wrist I tossed it on the bed and went back to the dresser.
A quick glance in the mirror assured me I still had the stranger’s attention and arousal burned low in my belly. With a shrug of my shoulders, the robe fell to the floor and I stood naked. Trying to look natural, I reached into the dresser drawer and pulled out a pair of panties. With slow teasing movements I slid them up my legs and adjusted them on my hips, then snatched the dress from my bed. Once the dress had settled loosely over my curves I gave myself a last critical look in the mirror.
A flush had bloomed on my cheeks and my blue eyes sparkled. I peeked and saw that my audience was still enthralled, and I was energized. I picked up my unneeded coffee and strolled from the room, ready to start the week with my long lost sense of allure back in full force.
