We’d had a long road trip and I was tired and cranky when I got back to my hotel. I’d been in a foul mood for several days now and everything was pissing me off. I was watching Sports Center when the maid came in, holding something in her hand.
“Mr. Turner.” She said in her thick Spanish accent.
“What is it, Maria?” I asked, annoyed at being disturbed. There was supposed to be a segment on the demise of Micah Turner. I wanted to see what those assholes had to say about me.
“This doesn’t look like one of your shirts.” She held it out for my inspection and brought it over to me.
“Where did you find this?” I asked suspiciously as I took it and examined it. The blouse was purple, frilly and silky. What was a woman’s shirt doing in my things?
“Really?” I asked in disbelief.
“Yes, it was in the front, in the secret pocket, Mr. Turner.” She said patiently.
“Thanks, Marie.” I said distractedly as I stared at the blouse. She nodded and left the room.
A whiff of perfume hit my nose…Emma. What was her shirt doing in my suitcase? Had I accidentally picked it up when I left?
I looked at it more closely. There was something hanging from the sleeve.
It was a little note that read:
A little something to keep me near, come back to me soon.
She must’ve put it in my suitcase before she realized that I was leaving. I tried to put the blouse down, but my hand wouldn’t release it. She’d always smelled so good- like summer wildflowers with a touch of vanilla-sweet and wild at the same time.
I couldn’t help myself. I brought the shirt to my nose and inhaled sharply. A deep craving overtook me as my senses were flooded with visions of her. I had never known a woman like her…..kind, nurturing, sexy as hell. She had brought me to my knees in every way. I had never talked so dirty to a woman or been so driven to give pleasure like that.
The scent lingered in the air, making me ache for her. My usual defenses crumbled, memories assaulted me, my heartbeat quickened. God…sweet Emma…