Arnold stepped back to inspect his mirror image. He still liked to dress, no occasion necessary. It was a matter of style and class, concepts long-faded from the modern world, he thought. A neatly pressed, summer-weight ivory suit and a crisp white shirt, silk...
Harper watched Laura breathe in and out as she slept peacefully in his arms. She'd dozed off after their most recent dalliance. She'd discovered his arousal quickly once he'd begun to kiss her good morning just a short time ago and neither one of them could resist the...
She sat back slowly in her desk chair, feet pulled up with heels hooked on the edge, second cup of coffee cradled in her hands. The smoky curls of steam floated lazily upward. Her thoughts wandered through a mindless jumble of nonsense, no real coherence, as she...