A DASH OF TEMPTATION.

everything she ever wanted. She had lacked absolutely nothing throughout her life and she wasn't even sure

er friends, asked for their advice, but they were all so busy with their own lives, their own relations

rm that had crossed through the area last night had long since moved on,

e a beacon of escape she only

the bouquet on the nearby ta

he floor as she

p she took away from the club. Her spiked heels clicked on the cement stairs she descended. Bending down, she caught huge wads of fabric in her

rse, but they were also the same. She had no idea where she was going or what she was goin

with the way th

do with her, of course. But the sooner she got out of sight and took some time to decide what came next, the bett

off, but getting on the boat felt right. Every schooner, yacht or cruise

ow factory that had exploded, she pushed herself up and shoved her hair out of her face. She twiste

ction of the club. Her pulse kicked into top speed. She finally yanked o

k toward the open hatch, her

ling, hideous pastel floral-print cushions on the bench seats and nautical-th

began pulling open doors. She heard distinct and all-too-familiar

ishing rods and gear were stored. It also had one shelf. With a fast sweep of her arm, she cleared it. A

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ne more time at the picture on his phone. She had

s tote bag she carried. Did she actually think she blended in, just because her coat was tattered an

li

for a lady like her. She strolled past him again, this time more slowly, and her eyes were so

t washed over her fine features. That blush had been obvious even in the dim evening light, with only the moon and corner street lamp for illumi

d to stick to it without getting distracted. He had only stepped outside the bar when he saw her leave, and it was good for him because he needed to get a breath of fresh

would have to go back in there, b

, hardworking man should have to peel off his clothes for a bunch of sex-starved, groping women? There was no way any self respecting