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that provided for anything other than small talk. And she d never mastered that skill;
talking of the weather or the latest football game or someone s hair loss just never
interested her.
At last the evening was winding down; the acquaintances were gone and only the
close friends remained. They settled down around the dining room table, telling old
stories on one another, filling Phillip s ear with tales of humor and woe. He took a
liking to them all of them were transplants to the area and they all watched out for
one another. He was glad to know that Sarah had such loyal friends.
But even here she did no more than add an occasional comment or two. Paul and
Beth were the storytellers, Tasha added forgotten details; apparently the memory of the
group getting the fine points right. Martha and Christine Phillip was already
thinking of them as one entity added a few stories of their own. Sarah and he seemed
to be the audience and that was fine with him. Seeing how she behaved when
surrounded by her friends, gave him new insight into her personality.
Kissing Beth at the door as they left, Sarah again tucked her hand into the crook of
Phillip s arm. But not until they were in the car and about a block away did she let out
an explosive sigh.
Been holding that in a while? Phillip asked.
Sorry, she apologized. Didn t realize it till just now, but yes, I suppose I have.
Nervous about me?
Some. Big groups of people aren t my thing. She turned to face him in the car,
twisting her body so she could sit comfortably yet talk directly to him. Thank you for
this, Phillip. I knew I had to go because Beth s my best friend, but I really wasn t
looking forward to it. Then, when you agreed to go, I knew there d be at least one
person there I could talk to.
I hadn t realized how shy you are.
She bowed her head, and the same shy smile he had seen all night played about her
lips. My secret is out. I just never know what to say to people! If I can get them talking
about themselves, then I m okay all I have to do is stand there and listen to them. She
sighed again.
It s that submissive side of you, expressing itself in a socially acceptable way.
For a moment, she watched the scenery, considering. Yes, she finally agreed.
Yes, I think you re right. I can be a take-charge kind of person in situations where I m
comfortable, like at work. It s my job to command others and I enjoy it there. But
elsewhere, I d rather not. Listening to people has always been my preferred option,
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instead of telling the stories like Beth. She laughed. That s probably why we re such
good friends she s the talker and I m the listener.
He flashed a smile at her as they turned onto his road. We can t all be talkers and
you ll find that among my friends tomorrow, I tend to be a listener as well.
Will there be a lot of people there?
You mean here , he told her as he turned up the drive.
Here? Your friends are coming to the cottage?
He nodded and parked. She was so excited, she didn t wait for him to come around
and get the door for her. That s wonderful. It s always so much easier to meet people
when I have a role to play. Being hostess, like Beth was tonight gives me something to
do and say when I don t know what else to do.
He laughed at her enthusiasm and decided to let it slide that she hadn t let him
get her door. It was a small thing, but an act of chivalry he enjoyed. Instead, he caught
her hand and led her to the porch, stopping in the moonlight just before the steps.
It s too beautiful a night to go in just yet, don t you think? he murmured as he
pulled her close.
Her stomach fluttered as she tilted her head up to look at him. Pale moonlight
glowed on his face, illuminating his eyes, dark with desire. He kissed her, gently at first,
then with an increasing pressure as the animal within him struggled for freedom. His
tongue touched her lips and she parted them, wanting to taste him. When his hand
pulled her shirt from her pants, she helped, still locked in his embrace, wanting to feel
his hands on her bare, braless breasts.
With a growl, he pushed up her shirt and engulfed a breast in his massive hand,
squeezing it hard. His other hand still wrapped around her, grabbed her ass, crushing
her to him. Her mind was being overwhelmed and she let go, giving her body to him,
wanting him.
He stepped away from her, almost thrusting her away from him. Undress for me,
slave. Undress now, in the moonlight and show me your naked body.
She could not refuse. Her eyes locked on his, she rapidly undid the buttons on her
shirt, her breasts rising and falling with her quickened breath. She flung the shirt away,
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