Chapter Five
It was four days later in the early morning. Aimee was about to leave the boardinghouse for work. In fact, she’d just stepped into the hall outside her room, when she spotted Terrance standing at his open door. He was naked above the waist, wearing long johns below. His hair was tousled and his eyes heavy from sleep, though his body still commanded a vibrant masculine energy. Even so early in the day, Aimee reacted instantly with a stunning surge of warm desire tickling her crotch.
“Come here,” he ordered her as he waved her forward.
How strange that she’d never been inside his room, while he knew hers intimately, and had, in fact, made himself acquainted with nearly every corner of her life. She entered his room suspiciously, quickly reviewing its simple contents, while a
