“Hey Lisa, where’s your hairdryer?” Alex froze on the bottom step as she spotted the two men standing in the dining room.
Both men stared at her open robe. A slight blush touched her cheeks as she pulled the green satin tightly around her waist. No one is suppose to arrive for the party for another 30 minutes.
The tall, broad shouldered man cleared his throat. An amused smile played on his lips. “Robert, does your wife know that you have a half naked woman running around your house?”
Alex’s blush deepened as the deep rich voice sent tingles up her spine. He didn’t see anything, she assured herself. Staring into his golden eyes, Alex realized she might not care if he saw more of her.
“Rob,” she stared accusingly at her brother. “You did tell me 7:30, right?”
Rob smiled widely, “Yes, but you should know better than to walk around with your robe open.”
Rob’s laughter filled the air. Alex rolled her eyes. Smiling sweetly, she extended her hand to the stranger.
“I’m Alexandra Spencer. Rob’s sister.”
His rough hand gripped hers firmly. A jolt of electricity emanated through her fingertips. Glancing up, she knew he felt it too.
“I apologize for the lack of clothing, I thought Lisa was the only one home.”
“Understandable.” his golden eyes burned, “I’m J.D. Hamilton. Rob and I work together.” His gaze seemed to devour her inch by inch before returning to meet her crystal blue eyes. Alex was sure he could see through her robe and the delicate lace underneath.
Alex jerked her hand away. Her face burned brighter and her body grew taught with anticipation. Rob burst into laughter. Alex shot him an icy glare.
“I’m sorry, sis. I’ve just never seen you turn that shade of red before. At least not since . . .”
“I don’t think you need to entertain strangers with personal stories.” She turned her gaze to the other man.
“Nice to meet you Mr. Hamilton. If you’ll excuse me, I need to finish dressing before the rest of the party arrives.” and before I wet my panties, she thought. Alex spun on her heel and rushed away allowing J.D. a glimpse of a finely shaped leg as her robe parted.
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