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KIM BALDWIN. Dear God. Gable groaned. That will barely cover her ass
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Dear God. Gable groaned. That will barely cover her ass.
“You know, I usually hate to shop,” Erin said, sending a pair of khakis in Gable’s direction. “But this is kinda fun.” She surveyed the bundle of clothes in Gable’s arms. “That’ll do for now.” She headed off in the direction of the F tting rooms, crooking a beckoning F nger over her shoulder.
Gable hesitated at the dressing room door, but Erin pulled her inside.
“Sit over there,” she commanded, pushing her toward the small bench off to one side and closing the door. “I want to know what you think. Be honest, now.”
It was a spacious corner stall, and the bench Gable sat on faced a trifold, full-length mirror guaranteed to capture every possible angle of the body standing in front of it. Gable almost whimpered aloud as Erin took the clothes from her and hung them up. Uh-oh. I’m in serioustrouble here.
Erin considered her selections aloud as she absentmindedly kicked off her shoes and stepped out of her jeans. “Those charcoal pants will go with everything. And I really like this.” She peeled off her top and reached for a nicely tailored white button-down shirt.
Gable tried to pry her eyes from the soft expanse of f esh between Erin’s cream satin bra and matching panties. I can’t do this, I can’t dothis. Her heartbeat pounded in her ears. Her mouth felt stuffed with cotton.
Erin pulled the shirt on, leaving three buttons unbuttoned to expose entirely too much cleavage, and stepped into the khakis. Checking out the outF t in the mirror, she glanced at Gable. “Whatcha think? I like these.”
Gable nodded mutely and forced her eyes away so she wouldn’t be caught staring. But her gaze fell instead on the short leather skirt hanging on the wall, and she worried she would hyperventilate.
Before she knew it, Erin was nearly naked again in that damn lingerie, giving her yet another chance to study some fascinating body part. Her eyes were drawn to lightly freckled shoulders and upper arms, the muscles bunching and expanding as Erin reached for another ensemble.
This time it was a burgundy blouse with a high round collar and subtle pattern, over the charcoal dress slacks.
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FORCE OF NATURE
“Teacher clothes.” Erin shrugged as she stepped in front of the mirror. “I’d love to have a job where I could go to work in jeans. That’s one of the perks of teaching piano at home. Speaking of which…” She whirled to face Gable, who tried her damndest not to blush under the scrutiny. “I think you should take up an instrument again. Wouldn’t it be fun to play together?”
Fun? Play together? Instrument? Gable’s mind was not her own.
It refused to think coherently, F lling instead with all sorts of images that were not at all remotely connected to music. She felt herself blushing.
What the hell was happening to her? You’ve been celibate way toolong.
“Gable? You all right?”
“Uh, sure, sorry. Drifted off there for a minute.”
“You tired of shopping already?”
“No! Not at all.” If shopping was always like this, I might just liveat the mall.
“Good. So what do you think?”
“You…uh…you look very nice.” Brilliant. Very original. Nicevocabulary you got there, Gable.
“I mean about taking up an instrument. Wouldn’t that be fun?”
“I don’t think I can remember much,” Gable protested halfheartedly.
“I doubt I could even read music anymore.”
“I can F x that. Put yourself in my very capable hands and we’ll be playing beautiful music together before you know it.”
“Whatever you say.” Gable tried not to read anything into the choice of words.
Once again, Erin was stripping before the full-length mirror. This time she reached for the leather skirt. Slipping it on, she turned slowly to see herself in the mirror. “Does it show too much?”
Not if you wear it around me. Gable kept that compliment to herself. No one should have those legs, she thought, admiring Erin’s F rm calves and toned thighs. She could only imagine how the boys at the F re station would react. The skirt deF nitely showed too much, she decided. But that was being selF sh.
“You have the body to wear it,” she said, trying to keep her voice even.
“Thanks. You’re not so bad yourself,” Erin said offhandedly.
Stripping off the skirt, she reached for a pair of navy dress slacks.
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