Sheri WhiteFeather – Marriage of Revenge (страница 7)

She squinted at him. “I brought a flannel nightgown.”

“Yeah, right. A femme fatale in flannel.” He was already hard, thinking about sleeping next to her. She grabbed a silky garment from her suitcase, and he grinned.

“Get over yourself, Aaron. I wear this when I’m alone. I didn’t bring it for you.”

“Can I watch you change?”

“No.” She removed her wig and threw it at him. Then she released her hair from a nylon cap, letting the blond locks flow free.

He caught the wig. “Are you sure I can’t watch you take off your clothes?”

“No.” She walked past him and into the bathroom, closing the door with a kiss-my-butt thud.

“Witch,” he said to the wig.

“I heard that,” Talia called out from behind the door.

“Because you’ve got bat ears.” And a pretty little tattoo that turned him on. He was dying to see her naked, to relish all of those sweet, soft curves.

Talia took forever in the bathroom, but he knew she would. She always soaked in the tub at night. Aaron preferred brisk morning showers.

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