Valentine's got a talent for finding the right fit—whether it's matching an executive to a job or finding a lover for himself—but he's never had a first impression like Lucy before.
Commandeered by the intriguing stranger at a luxury London department store, Valentine's more than happy to provide the masculine opinion Lucy demands. After all, watching her model fabulous cocktail dresses, saucy shoes and mouth-watering lingerie is his pleasure.
He soon realises that he wants more than just one seductive afternoon with the luscious Lucy. Getting under those new clothes will be a challenge since she's gone back to New York, but he's not the only one being driven mad by the heat of their long-distance flirtation. Now Valentine just needs to convince his little tease that the best part of trying things on is taking them off again.
Reader Advisory: This book contains characters from other Total-E-Bound releases by Rachel Randall, but can be enjoyed as a stand-alone story. Warning: May induce the desire to buy pretty new shoes.
General Release Date: 14th February 2011
Taking It Off
Whoever she was, she had gorgeous ankles.
Valentine slouched down for a better view. Trim and touchable. The sort of ankles that he could imagine locking around his waist, or even better, behind his head, while he did all manner of naughty things to their owner. And her calves. Firm curves perfect for skimming his hand down. The opaque stockings she was wearing had a slight sheen to them, one that practically invited his hands to dirty them up, or even better, to rip them to pieces in order to get at all that soft skin beneath.
The bottom of the changing room door cut off his view from there, but fortunately a sordid imagination always had been one of Valentine’s strongest points. It was a safe bet that the rest of her legs were touchable too.
Draining the last of his coffee, he crumpled the cup and stuffed it in the gap between the cushioned bench and the wall. Now freed, his fingers tapped a rhythm-less beat on his thigh, scratching the denim. There was something desperately old-fashioned about obsessing over a stranger’s ankles, he thought. Like his inner Victorian had been unleashed by Max’s Christmas party.
Speaking of which. He pulled out his phone to text Diana. SHOPPING WITH K. APOCALYPSE PLS. Diana—mutual friend, sometimes client and spectacular fuck when either of them could be bothered—always did love a juicy bit of schadenfraude.
Over in the changing room, his mystery lady was rocking back on her stocking feet, her left ankle tilting and taking the weight of both. He tilted with it, angling for a better view. He knew by now that this was her indecisive tell—the last ankle sway had been when he’d caught sight of the orange hem dangling below the frustratingly low edge of the door. That ankle had spoken volumes of potential buyer’s remorse before the skirt had pooled onto the floor, abandoned.
Rachel Randall writes delicious stories you'll want to devour.
Reviewed by Tigger9
The narration by a truly appreciative man makes this work really well. Him seeing and wanting make for delicious sexual tension, then when it's satisfied, so is the reader! Both of them are strong...
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Reviewed by Whipped Cream Reviews
The author does a good job...This is a quick sexy read with some unique elements that I can happily recommend.
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