Free Redemption (Iris Series) by Rebecca Lynn Page A

get ur hands on that, slick?
    She poured her cereal and milk and waited for his response while standing at the counter and eating.  Instead, the phone rang.
    “Hey,” she answered around the cereal in her mouth.
    “From a colleague of mine at the school.  I asked if I could borrow it sometime, and he said whenever.  Do you have plans today?  What time do you have to be at work?”
    “Four.  It’s awfully nice of you to offer and set this all up, Johnny Be Good.  Have you been missing me, or something?”
    “Or something,” he muttered.
    “What was that?”
    “So, whattay a think?  Today or one of your days off?  When are your days off?”
    She thought for a moment as she chewed.  “Sunday and Monday, but today would be great.  We’d have to leave, like, now though.”
    “I’ll be there in a sec,” And with that, he disconnected.
    She stared at the phone then took the next minute to gulp down the rest of her breakfast.  She hadn’t even had her coffee yet and was naked as a jaybird.  She needed to put some clothes on before he came knockin’ on her door.  She always slept in the buff.  She loved the feel of the sheets on her skin and didn’t like to feel hindered by clothes in bed.
    Just as she was walking out of the kitchen, she heard the knock on her door.  She looked down at her body and a mischievous thought popped into her head.  Why not give him something to dream about, too.  It would serve him right.
    She grabbed her grandmother’s sari and wrapped it around her body, displaying enough skin so he would know there was nothing on underneath it.  Sorry, Ammie.   She walked barefoot to the door and looked out the peephole, clutching the deep gold and purple silk fabric between her breasts.
    Sure enough, there he stood, leaning against the opposite wall waiting for her.
    She opened the door and stepped back.
    He stood stunned and motionless except for his eyes, which ate her up from the red painted toe nails of her feet, to the sexy and sleepy tousled hair on her head.
    Watching his eyes, she began to second guess her decision.  He looked like he wanted to unwrap her like a gift on Christmas morning.  And, shit, she was only on Day 27. 
    “This is what you get when you show up only minutes after I’ve gotten out of bed.  I’ve barely finished my breakfast and you’re here already.  Did you call me from the hallway, or something?”  She swallowed, now feeling shame because he wasn’t saying anything.  She was never flustered around men.  Period.  “I’m not exactly dressed for visitors.  Come on in.  I’ll be ready in a minute.”
    She backed up so he could enter and he stalked in slowly and closed the door.  She was snagged within his stare and stumbled a bit on the fabric draped on the floor.  She glanced down and gathered it into her hand so she could walk trip free to her bedroom.
    As she turned to walk away, she could feel his hand on the fabric, prohibiting her from moving.  Holding the fabric at her side, he lifted it, letting the sensual fabric drape on his hand. 
    “This is your grandmother’s,” he murmured.
    She swallowed.  “Kiri Amma,” she whispered.  “I called her Ammie.”
    He looked at her with the dawn of realization in his eyes.  “Isn’t that your food blog’s name?”
    She nodded.  “ The Yummy Ammie .  It’s named in honor of her.”
    His eyes were glittering.  “You look like an ancient sex goddess answering the door.”  He dragged his eyes up to hers.
    “Sorry.”  He always made her feel like she needed to apologize.  Ridiculous.
    “For what?” he asked quietly.  “Any time you want to answer the door looking like that when I’m on the other side, don’t let me stop you,” he said, his voice husky.
    She swallowed and nearly melted into the floor from his hot look. 
    “Let me go get dressed.”  She tugged the fabric out of his hand, but he held on. 
    “Thirteen days, Yan.  Can you do it?”
    God, he made