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."Let's get these posies into some water before they wilt.I'm sure they're stressed enough from the cold."She stretched her arm toward the top shelf of the cabinet and brought down her favorite vase, a bubble-glass container.Once clear glass, it now glowed like a stained glass window with a blend of red, blue and purple acrylic paint.This had been a successful craft project that she'd taught the residents at the care center.She pushed the faucet handle and bubbling water flowed into the vase.Suddenly, she could feel Garrett's presence behind her.He wasn't touching her, but she felt his sweet breath softly move her hair."Garrett." she said, taking a deep, shuddering breath to steady her hammering heart."Please, don't." How had she gotten herself into this situation? She certainly hadn't planned this.He slid his fingers through the back of her hair, exposing her slim, sensitive neck.Once freed, the short, bouncy hair at the nape of her neck moved rhythmically as his breath jostled it, tickling her sensuously.He kissed the soft, tender skin behind her ear.His kiss gave her a rush of goose bumps down her arms and legs.Garrett elicited an erotic desire she'd tried to bury with Scott.However, these feelings were not the same.Kissing Scott had been nice, but it wasn't this avalanche of longing, he hadn't been overly affectionate.Bella had longed for his arms around her when she stood at the sink washing dishes, or folding clothes.But it hadn't happened and it most probably never would have.Now, here was Garrett acting like the man of her dreams, but the guilt she felt because of Scott threatened to destroy her joy.She had to put him in her past, but with so many questions unanswered, she didn't know how to do this.She turned in his embrace, facing him, her eyes swimming with tears."We can't do this.You're my boss."He grasped her arms, pushing her away from his body "I'm not asking you to have an affair." He gave her a wicked grin."But you look so good…ummm."Bella skewered him with an icy gaze."I think we need to change the subject." She pulled out of his grasp."I don't deny that there is a certain.something between us, but we can't.can't kiss at work.I'm in enough trouble as it is." She moved to the counter that separated the kitchen and dining area, and unwrapped the paper from the flowers and laid them in the middle of the table."I have to finish getting ready.Look at the mess I've made of my hair.Ouch!" She yelped when she ran her hands through the clumpy hairspray.Her face flamed with irritation.Garrett chuckled as he watched her tantrum build."You really can have a rotten disposition when you get going, don't you?"Bella sank into a chair, his words seeming to deflate her."I guess I'm just put out because you made me see I was hiding from myself." She rested her chin in her hands."I wanted to change, and now, I can't make this new style work.I'm so clumsy.I feel as if my arms are on backward!"His blue eyes traveled over her face."I caused all this, huh?"She nodded."Bella I think you give me way too much credit.I think you were ready for the change.I only acted as a catalyst."Bella blinked in surprise.Silence fell between them as she sat there transfixed by his eyes."You're right," she said, feeling somewhat scarce of breath."I wanted to tell you something, but was afraid you'd get angry."Her eyes became bright as she turned toward him."What is it? If it makes me angry, I'll hold it in so you won't know if I am or not.""Ha!""Ha, what?"His mouth split wide with a grin."Ha, you're too expressive to hide a strong emotion like that.It's that maniacal expression in your Bambi eyes.And besides, you look so damned adorable when you're irritated." He reached out and tucked a lock of her hair behind her ear."Where is your brush? I'd like to try this.""You," she questioned, "have you done this before?"He nodded.She contemplated his request.Now this would be different.She'd never had a man brush her hair, but there was no time like the present to find out just what it felt like.Would brushing her hair bond them? She kept telling him that she didn't want to become involved, but he sure could make her choice difficult because each time he touched her, she could feel the strand of desire coil within her body…it threatened to explode any momentShe wished Lillian hadn't questioned her about her feelings for Garrett earlier.Now she recognized that she really did love him, and now it made her life much more difficult.Her emotions were caught in a swirling vortex of emotion.When Garrett kissed her neck she wanted to throw herself into the passion, but she didn't dare."Well, if you are going to fix my hair you'd better follow me to the bathroom.My mother taught me not to comb my hair in the kitchen.It's not sanitary."Minutes later, he'd brushed the stiff hairspray out and the ends of her hair were bending under at her jawbone.She glanced in the mirror when Garrett stepped aside.The style highlighted her cheekbones and accentuated her large eyes.Garrett leaned back against the vanity crossing his arms over his muscular chest."We're going ice skating.You know," he tipped his chin, studying her, "you'll be a cheap date.You look about twelve years old [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]
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."Let's get these posies into some water before they wilt.I'm sure they're stressed enough from the cold."She stretched her arm toward the top shelf of the cabinet and brought down her favorite vase, a bubble-glass container.Once clear glass, it now glowed like a stained glass window with a blend of red, blue and purple acrylic paint.This had been a successful craft project that she'd taught the residents at the care center.She pushed the faucet handle and bubbling water flowed into the vase.Suddenly, she could feel Garrett's presence behind her.He wasn't touching her, but she felt his sweet breath softly move her hair."Garrett." she said, taking a deep, shuddering breath to steady her hammering heart."Please, don't." How had she gotten herself into this situation? She certainly hadn't planned this.He slid his fingers through the back of her hair, exposing her slim, sensitive neck.Once freed, the short, bouncy hair at the nape of her neck moved rhythmically as his breath jostled it, tickling her sensuously.He kissed the soft, tender skin behind her ear.His kiss gave her a rush of goose bumps down her arms and legs.Garrett elicited an erotic desire she'd tried to bury with Scott.However, these feelings were not the same.Kissing Scott had been nice, but it wasn't this avalanche of longing, he hadn't been overly affectionate.Bella had longed for his arms around her when she stood at the sink washing dishes, or folding clothes.But it hadn't happened and it most probably never would have.Now, here was Garrett acting like the man of her dreams, but the guilt she felt because of Scott threatened to destroy her joy.She had to put him in her past, but with so many questions unanswered, she didn't know how to do this.She turned in his embrace, facing him, her eyes swimming with tears."We can't do this.You're my boss."He grasped her arms, pushing her away from his body "I'm not asking you to have an affair." He gave her a wicked grin."But you look so good…ummm."Bella skewered him with an icy gaze."I think we need to change the subject." She pulled out of his grasp."I don't deny that there is a certain.something between us, but we can't.can't kiss at work.I'm in enough trouble as it is." She moved to the counter that separated the kitchen and dining area, and unwrapped the paper from the flowers and laid them in the middle of the table."I have to finish getting ready.Look at the mess I've made of my hair.Ouch!" She yelped when she ran her hands through the clumpy hairspray.Her face flamed with irritation.Garrett chuckled as he watched her tantrum build."You really can have a rotten disposition when you get going, don't you?"Bella sank into a chair, his words seeming to deflate her."I guess I'm just put out because you made me see I was hiding from myself." She rested her chin in her hands."I wanted to change, and now, I can't make this new style work.I'm so clumsy.I feel as if my arms are on backward!"His blue eyes traveled over her face."I caused all this, huh?"She nodded."Bella I think you give me way too much credit.I think you were ready for the change.I only acted as a catalyst."Bella blinked in surprise.Silence fell between them as she sat there transfixed by his eyes."You're right," she said, feeling somewhat scarce of breath."I wanted to tell you something, but was afraid you'd get angry."Her eyes became bright as she turned toward him."What is it? If it makes me angry, I'll hold it in so you won't know if I am or not.""Ha!""Ha, what?"His mouth split wide with a grin."Ha, you're too expressive to hide a strong emotion like that.It's that maniacal expression in your Bambi eyes.And besides, you look so damned adorable when you're irritated." He reached out and tucked a lock of her hair behind her ear."Where is your brush? I'd like to try this.""You," she questioned, "have you done this before?"He nodded.She contemplated his request.Now this would be different.She'd never had a man brush her hair, but there was no time like the present to find out just what it felt like.Would brushing her hair bond them? She kept telling him that she didn't want to become involved, but he sure could make her choice difficult because each time he touched her, she could feel the strand of desire coil within her body…it threatened to explode any momentShe wished Lillian hadn't questioned her about her feelings for Garrett earlier.Now she recognized that she really did love him, and now it made her life much more difficult.Her emotions were caught in a swirling vortex of emotion.When Garrett kissed her neck she wanted to throw herself into the passion, but she didn't dare."Well, if you are going to fix my hair you'd better follow me to the bathroom.My mother taught me not to comb my hair in the kitchen.It's not sanitary."Minutes later, he'd brushed the stiff hairspray out and the ends of her hair were bending under at her jawbone.She glanced in the mirror when Garrett stepped aside.The style highlighted her cheekbones and accentuated her large eyes.Garrett leaned back against the vanity crossing his arms over his muscular chest."We're going ice skating.You know," he tipped his chin, studying her, "you'll be a cheap date.You look about twelve years old [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]