An Excerpt from "Strip-o-Gram", a 2005 Amber Heat Wave™ Winner, Amber Quill Press, 6/05

“Do I know you?” he asked.

Only parts of me.  The naughty parts.   

“Maybe.”  I sure as hell hoped Sandra got what she wanted from this because I was never doing her any favors again.  “Does that matter?”

“Not at all.”  He grinned, the devilish smile that had haunted my dreams ever since I’d kissed a stranger under the mistletoe and followed him back to what I thought was his office.  I hadn’t had a date since that party because I couldn’t get him out of my head.  His hands.  His smell.  His taste. 

The object of my shameful lust leaned on his desk and crossed his arms.  He’d rolled his shirt sleeves to reveal tan forearms corded lightly with muscle.  “Who sent you?”

I set my bag down and took my CD player out.  Then I grit my teeth--without showing it, of course--and untied my belt.  My coat slid down my body.  I struck what I hoped was a challenging pose that didn’t reveal my inner turmoil.  His eyes nearly bugged out.  “I think you know who sent me.”

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