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Beth woke up the next morning, confused. The early morning sunlight streaming in the window was
shining in at the wrong angle, striking her face instead of the wall opposite her bed. She sat up, trying
to get her bearings, and caught sight of her naked breasts.
 Oh, shit.
She remembered now. Her apartment had been broken into by some evil demon thing and Dante
had insisted on bringing her home. She d met Lillian, whom she d hated on sight, and admitted she d
fallen in love with and fucked Dante.
And that was the normal stuff. Meeting Dante s family had been an eye-opener, to say the least.
Everyone she d met wanted to touch her and hug her and question her about everything from her shoe
size to whether or not she and Dante were going to get married.
She groaned, her head in her hands. She could smell him on the sheets, on her skin, and found
herself eagerly inhaling the scent, something she never would have done had Dante still been in the
bed with her.
Yawning, she pushed her dark hair out of her face and surveyed Dante s bedroom. She d been far
too preoccupied the night before to get a good look around, but she took the opportunity to do so now.
The same wood floors that ran throughout the rest of the house were here too. The king-sized four-
poster bed was maple, the sheets a dark maroon.
Above the headboard was a framed picture of a lightning strike. Another lightning print was framed
over the matching bureau instead of a mirror. The mirror that was in the room was a tall, freestanding
style tucked into one corner of the room.
The wall on her side of the bed boasted two windows draped in soft, sheer gold curtains. Dante
had slept on the side closest to the master bathroom and another door she bet led to his closet. He d
painted the walls a rich coffee color.
She liked it. It was warm and inviting without being too masculine.
The door opened cautiously. Beth pulled the sheet up over her breasts, not certain how to handle
things. She wasn t certain she wanted to see Dante with morning-after Muppet hair.  Dante?
 Good morning, Beth. Andi s cheerful voice floated over Beth.
 Andi? What the fuck was she doing here?
She watched in astonishment as Andi entered the room, arms full of shopping bags.  Guess what
I ve been up to?
 Neiman Marcus, I d say. Beth stared at the bags suspiciously, secretly relieved it was Andi
who d come in and not Dante.  Does one of them have coffee in it? I ll have you sainted if you have
coffee.
Andi laughed.  Coffee s on the way, courtesy of Detective Zucco. Andi leaned in and whispered,
 Did you have fun?
Beth looked up at Andi and debated hitting her with the pillow.  What the hell do you have in the
bags?
 Clothes for you, my sweet. Andi dumped the bags unceremoniously onto the bed. Shirts and
pants, underwear and socks, shoes and cosmetics all tumbled together onto the comforter like crazy
colored snow.  Seth called me last night. He told me how your apartment got broken into and
trashed. She sat on the edge of the bed, her glee turning to concern.  Are you okay?
 I m fine. I think Dante was more shaken than I was.
 He s a cop. He s used to looking for the worst to happen. Andi patted Beth s knee.  I m just glad
you weren t alone when you went in, and that the burglar was long gone. She tilted her head.  Could
it have anything to do with the case you re on?
Oh hell yes, but Beth couldn t tell Andi that.  Anything is possible.
Andi shot her a skeptical look, then shook her head and apparently let it go at least for now.
 Anyway, Seth asked for my help, and gave me Dante s number. I called Dante and he said it was all
right to bring this stuff over for you this morning. Andi shrugged.  What could I do? Pass up the
opportunity of a lifetime to give you an unannounced makeover?
Beth looked at the collection of clothes strewn across the bed. She picked up the black and silver
teddy, holding it up to her breasts. She glared at Andi.  A makeover, huh?
 Good morning. Dante entered the room, and she quickly shoved the teddy under the sheets, her
cheeks burning. His wicked grin told her she d been a second too late.  Damn. What a very good
morning to me.
Beth whimpered and made grabbing motions with her hands. Fuck the teddy, the man had coffee.
Dante laughed as she grabbed the mug from his hand and took a huge sip, moaning at the flavor.  Oh
thank you, Jesus. French roast.
 And good morning to you too. He kissed her cheek, whispering in her ear,  You re only
supposed to moan like that when I fuck you.
She glared and took another sip, shivering in pleasure as the caffeine rushed through her system.
Dante stole her cup, the bastard, and drank.  Love the hair, tesoro.
She snarled at him.  Gimme or die.
 Give you what? He took another sip.
 Um, Detective Zucco? Both Beth and Dante turned to Andi.  She s not kidding. The last man who
stole her coffee was found under a bridge, shaking and incoherent. Every time someone said the word
espresso he screamed and passed out.
Beth bit her lip. Andi could sell snake skin purses to pythons, let alone a small white lie that would
give Beth back her coffee. Beth held out her hand, smiling smugly when the hot mug of deliciousness
was placed back in it.
 You are evil women. Dante backed out of the room slowly, but Beth could see the laughter he
was holding back.  Evil, coffee thieving, half-naked women.
Did he just say...? Glancing at herself she saw...
 Aw, geez. She quickly pulled the sheet back over her naked breasts as Dante closed the door.
 At least he left the coffee.
A snort of laughter sounded from behind the closed door, then Dante s footsteps faded away.
She went downstairs an hour later a new woman, freshly showered and dressed in brand new black
jeans and a black V-neck pullover. Dante was sitting in the kitchen, drinking coffee and eating cereal,
reading the morning paper.  Good morning. He pushed a small plate of blueberry muffins toward
her.  Andi said you like these.
 Thanks. She poured herself a cup of coffee and sat at the table, waiting for him to say something. [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]

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