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win.
    Maybe…maybe not. “I haven’t changed my mind.”
    Recalling how Scheherazade had coaxed that poor, clueless
sultan to her side, Tessa removed the band from her hair—her best
feature—slipping the elastic into her shorts front pocket. She turned her head
from side to side, allowing her hair to flow freely. Just to make certain it
did, she ran her fingers through it, her back arched, her nipples pushing
against her top’s clingy fabric.
    Logan noticed. Suddenly, he wasn’t so worried about her
hair. He looked like he really wanted her top and shorts off. In all this
revealing light.
    Still stalling, Tessa next concentrated on her shorts,
lowering the zipper in degrees, pausing to stroke her skin frequently before
she continued and absolutely had to undress.
    After a few seconds, Logan gripped her luggage’s handle, his
thumb tapping it.
    In response to his obvious impatience, and what she hoped
was his mounting excitement, Tessa folded the front panel of her shorts down to
reveal her belly and navel jewelry. The garnets flashed blood red in the potent
sun, spraying patches of color on her pale skin.
    “Off,” he said, the word strangled.
    Okay, so he definitely sounded aroused. It helped relax
Tessa. “Yes sir.”
    He grinned at her servile response.
    Gently, she swayed her hips back and forth, coaxing the
garment over her curves. Before they reached the tops of her thighs, she
decided to go for broke and turned her back to Logan.
    He made a noise of protest, then went silent at Tessa’s
shorts dropping around her ankles. The warm breeze grazed her naked ass,
exposed fully by her lacy black thong.
    Please, please, please, let it look good.
    The wheels of her luggage scraped over the bricks. She
looked over. Logan hadn’t moved farther away as she’d thought. He’d let go of
her luggage. It rolled down the walkway and bumped against one of the short
shrubs, tottering to a stop.
    He didn’t notice or appear to care. His attention remained
on her plush cheeks, the backs of her thighs. If he saw her imperfections as
she always had, they didn’t seem to bother him. Rarely had Tessa seen a man as
riveted or as pleased. It showed in his disarming smile. Unsophisticated and
completely endearing.
    Joy bubbled in her for having caused his present state, which
also gave her a shitload of confidence. Wanting to do far more, Tessa grabbed
the stairway’s wooden rail, using it for support as she stepped out of her
shorts, the legs wide enough so that her sandals didn’t get caught on them. Gracefully,
she turned to face him, arms at her sides.
    “More,” he ordered immediately, then shook his head. “I mean
off.” His attention darted from her thong to her body jewelry, then back to her
thong.
    Wanting to play with him, she reached for the garnets to
remove them.
    He objected immediately. “No. Leave that. Take off your
underwear.”
    “You’re sure?”
    Logan clenched his jaw so hard, his teeth must have hurt.
    Poor baby. “As you wish,” she purred.
    This time, he didn’t grin. Probably hadn’t heard her.
Basking in the glow of her womanly power, how she clearly affected him, Tessa
pushed her thong down, a bit faster than she had her zipper, though she didn’t
rush.
    Logan stepped closer as the lacy edge finally dipped past
her groin.
    “Wait.” He held up his hand and gawked at her baby-smooth
skin. “You got one of those waxes?”
    Brazilian to be precise. Tessa had sensed he’d enjoy it.
Feigning uncertainty, she asked, “You don’t like it?”
    “Huh?” He glanced at her. “What?” Before she could answer,
he regarded her smooth cleft, her plump vaginal lips, already moist for him. “Wow.”
    Damn, this was nice.
    With her spirits soaring, Tessa pushed her thong past her
thighs. It snagged on her knees for a moment, then dropped to her sandals.
Using more care than she had with her shorts, Tessa finally stepped out of her
underwear. She didn’t stumble once, her dignity intact.