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And in my dream...

They’re staying in my guest house. Well, it’s really a cottage with its own kitchen, a fireplace in the sitting room and a large loft that serves as the bedroom. It’s a romantic little place, there under the big shade trees. They are dear to me, and I hope that they are enjoying their time alone.

It’s late when he knocks on the French doors. My body jolts until I realize who it is. I unlock the door to let him in.

“You’re up late,” he says, looking around my sitting room. He sees the cozy little nest that I have made for myself on the couch – my tea, blanket, the book open on the table. He notes the title, and looks at me, brow arched, bringing a little bit of heat to my face.

“Yes, well…,” I clear my thoat. “You’re up late, too. Is everything alright?”

“The cottage is wonderful.” He pauses for a moment, and then adds, “She and I were hoping that you could join us.”

“Oh.” I’m a little nonplussed. I look down at the white eyelet pajama pants and camisole that I’m wearing and tell him, “I’m really not dressed.”

“Good.” There’s a gleam in his eyes that I don’t really understand. He leans in close and murmurs, “Let me be very clear about what’s going to happen if you come with me.”

His husky voice plants vivid pictures in my mind. Oh I do love a man who can talk dirty! My breath goes shallow, my eyelids are too heavy to stay open and my knees feel a little rubbery. I’m concentrating on remaining standing, but I can feel myself sway a bit.

As he turns to head back out the doors, he holds out his hand to me. “Coming?”

Heart racing, I nod and place my hand in his.