Page 4 of Seductive Heart

“Yes, hi. Nice to meet you, Winona.”

The way he said my name made me want to drop my panties.

Shit. I was in big trouble.

He held his hand out and I slid mine in his, his large warm paw wrapping around my small, delicate fingers. Tingles ran through me and a warm feeling cascaded down my spine.

I swallowed hard. How the hell was I going to survive this?

CHAPTER THREE

Hollis

Winona wasthe most beautiful woman I’d ever seen in my entire life.

How the hell was I going to concentrate?

She could barely look me in the eye. Was she feeling it too? The intense connection, the sparks flying like wildfire?

As soon as she answered the phone last night, I knew there was something about her. I couldn’t quite put my finger on it, but there was something.

And now I knew exactly what it was.

It washer.

Plain and simple.

Like a magnetic force, she pulled me towards her and I couldn’t fight it.

Winona held her hand out for Peaches to sniff. “Hi, pretty girl. Are you ready for some fun?”

My heart melted like a damn popsicle.

Fuck, she needed to stop. Or I’d be in love with the woman before the lesson even ended.

Winona fed Peaches a treat and smiled up at me. “Are there any dietary restrictions I should know about or are all treats, okay?”

“So far everything agrees with her. Including cheese and the occasional slice of pizza.” I grinned.

Winona laughed. “Pizza? Let me guess. She swiped that off the counter?”

“You got it.”

“Silly girl.” Winona rubbed her head and I wished her hands were on me.

Fuck, man. Concentrate.

“Okay, why don’t we walk over to the field and start with some basic commands, get a feel for what she knows.”

“Sure thing. Lead the way.” I smiled. My heart beat faster when she smiled back. Gorgeous, fucking gorgeous.

I couldn’t help but watch her ass sway back and forth as she walked ahead of us. Long brown waves fell down her back, her curves endless in her tight leggings and long shirt, her scent one of vanilla mixed with cloves.

Winona seemed younger than me, maybe in her twenties, but that didn’t bother me. I doubted much would when it came to her. All I saw was endless perfection.

Winona stopped in the middle of the empty field and began with the basic commands of sit, lay down, and paw. Peaches knew to sit and do her paw, but the lying down part was tricky. Winona worked her on a leash for a while, then played catch with her, working in some commands and listening skills.

It amazed me, her effortless looking bond she had with Peaches, a natural with dogs. No wonder she trained them; they took right to her.