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426 pages, Mass Market Paperback
First published February 26, 2013
“…her shirt coming out of her jeans to reveal a patch of creamy flesh. Looked like the fitness revolution had passed her by…”
“The baggy sweatshirt wasn’t doing her any favors—gave her the same shape as a side of beef…”
"How many men have you slept with? Levi asked.
Busted. "Uh, counting you?" she said, feeling her chest practically burst into flame with a blush.
His forehead crinkled with that incredulous look she'd seen so many times in their high school years. "We haven't slept together, Faith."
"No, I know that. You have a point. Can't argue with that."
"I refuse to sign your contract, Mr. Grey, and furthermore, I've never even heard of that Japanese thingamajig you mentioned in your last email. And yes, I remain untouched, I have never even kissed a man before, yadda yadda." She looked at Levi. "I'm forty-seven years old, Levi, and the mother of Carl's children. Why I have to pretend to be an insipid virginal college student is beyond me."
She glared. He grinned. And then she blushed, her cheeks growing pink, color staining her throat and chest. Her eyes fluttered down his bare torso. Then she jerked her gaze back to the vine and fumbled for a tie.
Dropped it.
Well, well, well. Levi’s smile grew.
She moved steadily, bending, sometimes kneeling, holding a cluster of the dusky grapes in her hand from time to time, and somehow, out here in the field, everything she did looked unabashedly sexual. She was soft and round and sweaty now, her red hair in pigtails, basically any male’s fantasy of a farm girl.
Jeremy’s girlfriend, dude, his conscience chided.
She bent over again, and the lust felt much less generic.