Tuesday's Tale: "Dog"
Thanks for stopping by and reading another excerpt from my short romance, The Flower Queen. Enjoy!
The pounding came again and Gina jumped out of the bed. She was still a bit disoriented but ran to the door. The cool air of the hotel room brushed against her bare skin and she realized she was just about to answer the door in her underwear. She stopped at the closet and grabbed the robe hanging alone inside. The pounding came again as she belted the sash.
“Coming!” she shouted. There had better be a fire, she thought disgruntled.
Gina swung the door open and her heart skipped then dropped. She was now fully awake but words escaped her.
Gabe stepped into the room, forcing her to move back then shut the heavy hotel door behind him. He appeared disheveled, a shadow of a beard forming on his hard, chiseled jaw. His clear gray eyes held a hard glint as frustration emanated from him.
And despite her conflicting emotions, her body still ached for him in a way that left no room for shame. She shook her head in disgust at herself. Only a female dog in heat would react so.
“Why are you here?” she finally whispered after a moment of strained silence.
He looked down at her from his towering height. “Why aren’t you returning my calls?” Arrogance was one thing Gabe was never short of.
“I’m sorry,” she flared. “I thought it would be clear that I didn’t want to speak to you.”
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