Robert dropped the wooden spoon at the sight of her. It fell against the side of the hob, splattering bright red sauce all over his crisp shirt.
‘s**t!’ he exclaimed, holding his hands out as if he’d never before dealt with a spill on his own. She grinned at his inexperience with a simple household accident, and headed to the sink. Wetting a small cloth, she held the hem of his shirt and dabbed at the biggest of the stains, just on his left hip bone. As the fabric rose, she noticed that he had been going to the gym religiously since she had enrolled him there. She also noted the honey tan of his skin and as she dabbed the stain, her hand touched the warm flesh, sending a wave of desire fizzing to her core. The water wasn’t removing the stain, and she tried to soothe her shaking hands into
