Something inside her gave way and she flung her arms around his neck and gave him a hot, lingering kiss. He grabbed hold of her and pulled her onto his lap. The kiss grew deeper. Her mind was lost in the sensation of him, his taste, his feel and the tightness in her own body begged for more.
The appalling doorbell sounded and she leapt to her feet. “Oh, it’s Harold.”
She paced. What an idiot! What possessed her? She looked at John and groaned inside. It was a compulsion, that what he was, or maybe hypnotism. Whatever it was, thank goodness for clichés, because she’d just been saved by the bell.
John stood, and as if he were a magnet she stopped pacing and halted right in front of him. He caressed her arms. “Ignore him.”
She threw off his hands. “No, no, no. No! He’s good, you’re bad. I’m ignoring you. Ignoring this.”
“Hey, I didn’t make that kiss happen. You did, and it was great.” His baritone voice was both soothing and sexy.
“Fine, I made it happened, and now I’m making it not happen.”
“Ellen.”
“I have a date.” She realized that she was reminding herself of that fact as much as him.
He stepped in closer. “Sure. Go ahead.”
“You’re smirking.” Still, she didn’t move. “You are such an egotist.” She wanted to move. She planned to move. She didn’t move. “I’m going out with Harold.”
The doorbell rang again.
John grinned. “So I see.”
The appalling doorbell sounded and she leapt to her feet. “Oh, it’s Harold.”
She paced. What an idiot! What possessed her? She looked at John and groaned inside. It was a compulsion, that what he was, or maybe hypnotism. Whatever it was, thank goodness for clichés, because she’d just been saved by the bell.
John stood, and as if he were a magnet she stopped pacing and halted right in front of him. He caressed her arms. “Ignore him.”
She threw off his hands. “No, no, no. No! He’s good, you’re bad. I’m ignoring you. Ignoring this.”
“Hey, I didn’t make that kiss happen. You did, and it was great.” His baritone voice was both soothing and sexy.
“Fine, I made it happened, and now I’m making it not happen.”
“Ellen.”
“I have a date.” She realized that she was reminding herself of that fact as much as him.
He stepped in closer. “Sure. Go ahead.”
“You’re smirking.” Still, she didn’t move. “You are such an egotist.” She wanted to move. She planned to move. She didn’t move. “I’m going out with Harold.”
The doorbell rang again.
John grinned. “So I see.”
After receiving a B.A. from U.C. Berkeley, she went on to earn a M.A. in Marriage and Family Therapy, and a J.D. from U.C. Hastings College of the Law.
Although she loved learning from each of her varied careers she always knew that storytelling was as essential to her as breathing. So as she pursued her professional life, she kept to a strict writing schedule, and joined the Romance Writers of America and Sisters in Crime.
She lives with her wonderful husband in a house in the hills that’s filled with books.
Allison can be contacted at http://www.allisonmorseauthor.com
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