element here.”
“Then we’ll have to give you another role.” He decided turnabout was fair play. “Ginger or Mary-Ann?”
“Neither,” she snapped.
But the idea was too intriguing to let go.
He let his gaze skim over her long, shapely legs, the softly curved hips, trim waist. He lingered for a moment on her full breasts, remembering the weight of them in his palms, the taste of her rosy nipples. His body responded predictably to the mental image as he continued his survey.
He took in the graceful line of her neck, the stubborn tilt of her chin, the tempting lushness of her lips. And the dark-green eyes that were currently spitting fire. Then there was the hair. He grinned. “Definitely Ginger.”
She glared at him.
“She was so hot.”
Shannon didn’t say anything.
“Of course, there’s something to be said for Mary-Ann’s sweet innocence. And the way her curves filled out those little shirts and short shorts.”
“You’re a pervert.”
“Just a healthy red-blooded man.”
“Same thing,” she muttered, pushing past him to lead the way.
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