[Long fingers and a slender waist, red hair tied back in a professional manner, that accented voice asking her if she needed anything else done tonight? And she'd stared and stared and promised herself it was just a passing infatuation, nothing more, until she'd found herself dreaming of him . . .
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[Long fingers and a slender waist, red hair tied back in a professional manner, that accented voice asking her if she needed anything else done tonight? And she'd stared and stared and promised herself it was just a passing infatuation, nothing more, until she'd found herself dreaming of him . . .
Oh, yes. Does she ever know that feeling.]
What was the catalyst?