When Staci Takes Charge (Leave Your Shoes On 2)

“Damn. Forgot all about him.”

“So did I.” Evan consulted the time on the iPad. “We’ve still got a few minutes.”

“Oh, goody. Round two.”

He shook his head and told her in an amused tone, “Let’s not scare off the staff.”

Still clothed, though the garments mostly hung open, he sauntered off toward the bathroom. Staci took in his tall, muscular build. The way he moved so stealthily.

She was dying to see him naked again. And she told him so when he returned to the sofa with a robe for her.

“Well, we did order a bath,” he replied. “And I’ll even massage your feet for you. Particularly your right heel.”

Staci slipped into the hotel robe and tied it at her waist. She accepted the glass of champagne that Evan handed her and took a deep sip as they sat on the sofa. She had no idea what she looked like at the moment, and frankly, she didn’t give a damn.

Her hair was probably in some wild, post-sex disarray. Her lip gloss was nonexistent. Hopefully her eye shadow hadn’t smudged.

The only thing she was sure of was that she wore a very satisfied grin on her face.

She said, “Perhaps I should have saved us both the time and angst and offered hot monkey sex in my very first email to you.”

He grinned. “That would have been interesting. I don’t get that sort of fan mail.”

“Dump that mug shot of yours, have one taken looking the way you did this evening, and women will be beating down your door.” She frowned. “On second, thought, there’s no need for that. Bad idea. Bad, bad idea.”

Evan swept a few wayward strands of hair from her face as she curled beside him, her legs tucked under her. “You have nothing to worry about. I’m no playboy surgeon.”

“Which is really sort of shocking, because you have some sinfully delicious moves, Ev.”

He let out a playful groan. “You’re sticking with that nickname?”

“Mm…yes. Since you did mention that no one else is allowed to call you that.”

“My mistake,” he grumbled.

She snuggled a little closer and whispered in his ear, “Is it really so awful?”

“No.”

“Okay, then. Stop being so obstinate.”

“You like that I’m obstinate.”

“True.”

Evan refreshed their drinks just as the butler arrived. He went to work in the bathroom. Sometime later, he came into the sitting room and asked if he could move the champagne chiller into the bathroom for them.

Staci assented. Then she relieved him of his duties for the rest of the evening.

“It’s sort of fun to have a butler again,” she mused as she stood and stretched.

“Again?”

“Sure. We have tons of house staff at the family estate.”

“And where is this family estate located?”

“Beverly Hills.”