Chapter 4When Christina arrived at work the next morning, she found a beautiful porcelain vase filled with a dozen long stemmed roses on her desk. The vase was a delicate pink and decorated with an oriental motif. She colored slightly when she realized all the romantically intertwined figures were women. There was a card, but she ignored if for a moment.
She felt strange; a kind of shivery, expectant, breathless happiness that she couldn’t remember feeling since her first date so many years ago. She and Clint had settled into their relationship with a kind of businesslike resolve. It had been far more like a merger than a courtship. This felt like the first stages in a seduction. A particularly sweet and tender one, like the ones that made her all misty eyed in the movies.
She carefully
