Annie's Rainbow - Fern Michaels
TIT FOR TAT
“I’d really like to hear the reason you look so . . . flustered.”
“I don’t think,” Annie said, “that you could handle it.”
“I’m a big boy. Try me.”
“I was wondering what it would be like to go to bed with you.” She turned and sashayed past him and out the door. “Coming?” she called over her shoulder. This is somebody else in my body. This isn’t me saying these wild things. I never said anything remotely like that to a man before . . .
She turned to look. He had followed her.
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