Free Tempest Brewing Tropical Storms Part 1 by Sandra Ross

that you've been
trying your best to move past it. It's no wonder that you see guys
sometimes that remind you of Dan." "This man did not remind me of
Dan! He looked exactly like Dan! I did not imagine it! I saw
him!"
    "Ok, ok, sweetie, calm down. But you know that
there's no way you could have seen Dan standing outside of that
window or any other window. You need to accept that you're not
going to see him again. Look, I'm coming home with you and we're
going to spend some time unpacking some boxes. Then, I'm spending
the night with you. It's obvious that you're overly tired and I'm
here to help."
    At first, Devon started to argue, but then
realized that not only was she grateful to have the help in getting
her apartment in order so she could start feeling at home, but she
was also more than a little shaken by what she had seen. So she
just nodded and they both walked back to her apartment. It was a
short walk and the night was pleasant, so they were able to enjoy
the rest of the stroll.
    After Devon let herself and Janina into the
apartment, they broke out a pitcher of sangria that Devon had made
the day before. It was nice and chilled and ready to be enjoyed,
and enjoy it they did! Within a few hours, they had unpacked nearly
all of the boxes and had the apartment looking almost like someone
lived there. The sangria was also gone and the ladies seemed to be
feeling no pain.
    They were sprawled on the sofa and laughing at
some joke one of them had told when Devon decided that she really
needed a shower before she was ready to retire for the night. She
told Janina to make herself at home while she had a quick shower.
As she moved through her bedroom, Devon started stripping off her
clothes and leaving a little trail of them as she made her way into
the master bathroom. Stepping under the warm water spray, she
couldn't help but remember what had occurred in that very shower
not so long ago. It's probably because of all the sangria, and then
the wine before that at the restaurant.
    She started to soap up her body with the
lavender and vanilla scented shower gel. Leaning her head back
under the shower spray, she closed her eyes and let her hair get
really wet. Suddenly, she felt a pair of arms wrap around her from
behind and a wet, naked body pressed against hers.
    Screaming from fright, she tried to turn around
but was held in place by those strong arms...
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