Chapter 10

• Rafe stared at the closed door, his mind numb from the image of Miss McKenna walking away. Now he got where the saying ‘I love watching you walk away’ was coined from. The black pants she wore, though loose, were fitted from her waist to the mid of the curve of her hips. Her long sleeved white shirt, though fitting, was sadly loose around her bust. It was the two open top buttons that gave a hint of what lay underneath. She was dressed professionally, not provocative or revealing, but that was the thing. He shifted in his seat uncomfortably. He’d had naked women throw themselves at him but none had turned him on like she just did. If she only knew that was what men like him found seductive.
• But then again, if he were to imagine her naked, it wouldn’t be hard to fill in the blanks. The memory of her unexpected visit was still stuck in his mind. Those blue jeans shorts that reached the mid of her thigh in freys, her long dark legs exposed to the ankle. The light grey tank top... his throat grew dry, and he quickly grabbed the glass of water at his right and took a drink. That tank top, now that fitted her perfectly, exposing the outlines of her bra that carried the full cups of her breasts; the hemline cutting low enough to expose their round top curves, partially covered by the ankle long cardigan she had on.
• He hadn’t had much interest then to pay attention, but it was a good thing he had such a great memory. Though he was willing to admit he found how she wore her hair mildly attractive. In the casual attire, her big mass of black-brown curls was held back and away from her face with what he thought was a headband. Her professional look now with her hair slicked back in a low ponytail; the mass bush of hair sat on her back like a tied bouquet of black and brown baby breaths.