Page 38 of One Night Stand After Another
He glanced at the beautiful new sweater he’d stripped off her and tossed onto the floor last night. It didn’t seem like she’d abandoned the dream to him. “If we fly, I can get an appointment to see Jimmy’s showroom. But if you’re not interested…” he teased.
“I’m interested,” she said instantly.
“Good, then let’s take this adventure into the air. We can meet Jimmy and hit”—he stopped himself from spoiling the surprise just in time—“my favorite restaurant for lunch, spend the rest of the day on the beach, and Friday—”
“We go our separate ways,” she said firmly. “You to your beach restaurant and me to the Fiber Kingdom.”
“Right.” Although that wasn’t what he had planned to say.
She turned away and sat up. “Let me think about it for a minute.”
He pushed himself upright and kissed the back of her neck. “Sure.” He stroked his hands over her tight shoulders, digging his thumbs gently into her muscles, and then cruising down her arms.
She groaned. “I think non-stop driving, crocheting, and sex is bad for my body.”
“I think I saw a spa menu around here somewhere. How does a massage sound? I bet they’ll come to the room. We could both get one.” He’d happily ignored the crick in his neck for at least an hour last night, and it hadn’t improved overnight. “Of course, if we want massages, we’ll have to make up some time in our travel schedule. An airplane could help with that, you know,” he pressed.
Her shoulders shook in a nearly silent chuckle.
“What?” he asked innocently. “It’s an excellent idea.”
“You win. There’s no way on earth I’m going to argue against a massage, but I want a shower first.”
“Me too.”
“Alone,” she added.
“If you insist, although it won’t be as much fun.” But it would give him time to figure out how to convince her to spend time with him in California after their road trip ended. “I’ll call the spa.”
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Clara let the enormous rain showerhead drench her with steaming water, hoping it would clear her head. She was losing her focus. Driving all day, eating dessert for dinner, and staying up way too late. It was no wonder she couldn’t think straight.
All she really wanted to do was crawl back into bed with Zane.
It felt like a bad idea, but what was the harm? Why waste time driving if they could fly? Her vouchers were transferrable, after all. She could pay for both of them.
Nothing was changing except for their mode of transportation. There was no reason to worry—she’d be in Los Angeles in plenty of time for her interview. Plus, a massage would feel wonderful. Her back was killing her. If they spent the day relaxing, maybe she could crochet while sitting in an actual chair. Perhaps she could catch up on her blog comments. And…pizza.
Mmm…pizza.
That settled it. They were flying.
She banished her uneasiness and gave herself up to the glory of hot water, steam, and the memories of last night. Her thoughts drifted, playing with texture and color until she had a solid idea.
The Best Sex of Your Life
Wear this sweater when you plan to make it worth it. When you know your intended won’t be able to resist you. Wear this when you feel invincible, irresistible, so full of heart. This wrap is all of Salome’s Seven Veils woven with passion and a hint of alpaca. Every woman needs two things: great sex and this sweater.
Her designs had a definite theme lately, but she wasn’t going to resist it. That would be silly. No, she was going to let the ideas and stitches come fast and furious while she still had Zane to inspire her and spoil her with luxurious hotels, where the shower gel smelled like tropical heaven, the shampoo was plentiful, and there were four varieties of conditioner in full-size bottles on the wall. She chose one that promised to tame her curls and hoped for the best.
A knock sounded on the door while she was making use of the complimentary five-bladed razor.
“Ten minutes,” Zane called. “Are you almost done in there? I need that cold water if you aren’t going to let me join you.”
For a hot second, she was tempted to relent, but then they’d never be finished in ten minutes, and she wanted that massage. “Just a second.”
She rinsed and turned off the water.
