When Staci Takes Charge (Leave Your Shoes On 2)

“Basically, it’s a résumé.”

Another splash, this one loaded with bubbles. He sputtered.

“You couldn’t just say résumé?” she demanded in a playful tone.

“I prefer to tease you.”

“Hmm.” She sipped some more, fighting the grin. Concentrated instead on how heavenly it felt to have him massaging her feet. She now fully understood what Maxi had been talking about a couple of weeks ago, when she’d mentioned Ryan doing the same.

“Maybe,” she mused, “I ought to include some sort of bonus gift to my customers with X amount of shoes purchased. A free pedicure or foot massage at local salons or spas I could contract with. Or an in-home massager or foot bath.”

“A nice touch. But, sweetheart, we will figure out a solution. Trust me, if there’s a way to minimize injuries, I’m happy to look into it.”

“But you haven’t before,” she pointed out. “Why not?”

He shrugged. Really, it was a good thing he was chest deep in bubbles. Otherwise, Staci would not be able to keep a single train of thought that didn’t involve more earth-shattering orgasms.

Not that it was easy to keep the notion from infiltrating her mind. He was damn sexy.

She found it interesting that she’d been hot for him when he was the buttoned-up, arrogant surgeon. Now that he was disheveled and naked again…Good Lord. It was no wonder her pulse had never slowed this evening. Why her heart still beat just a bit too fast.

Evan said, “I won’t say that it never crossed my mind. But the way my patients so adamantly refuse to take my advice and back off the height for the sake of fashion…The fact that they understand the damage they could be doing—or have done—to their feet, yet still reach for six-inch heels, pretty much tells me this is a difficult war to win.”

“Not if we coalesce safety with style.” She tipped her glass toward him, pleased with her assessment.

He grinned. “Coalesce?”

“Sure. Bring the major components into one neat and tidy package.”

“Oh-kay.”

“Hey. Do not mock me and my choice of words.”

“Never.”

“Liar,” she said again.

He laughed. Then asked, “How are your feet?”

“Superb, thank you so very much. Now, sit back and enjoy some champagne.” She handed him the other glass.

“This is a nice way to end the evening.”

“End?” she scoffed, feeling the effects of the bubble bath, the champagne, Evan’s hands on her body, and the seductive glow of his beautiful blue irises. “Are you sure you don’t want to make me come a time or two more before we call it a night?”

“Oh, I intend to do just that. Believe me.”

The wicked glint in his eyes made her nipples tighten and her clit tingle.

“Well, then. Lucky me,” she said.

“No. Lucky me. Come here.”

Staci shifted in the tub and settled between his legs, her back pressed to his chest.

“This really is nice,” she said, all lit up once more as his heat and muscles surrounded her. “But I don’t get to look at your devastatingly handsome face.”

“‘Devastatingly handsome?’”