Julia

“The food is here,” Van called as he walked toward the door to the suite. His long legs were clad in blue jeans and his button-up shirt was untucked with the sleeves rolled up to nearly his elbows.

Leaning back against the dining room chair, my soft sweater fell from one shoulder, revealing the camisole I wore beneath. It was then that I realized Van had my full attention, enthralling me with the powerful yet graceful way he moved. ...