She turned and his eyes immediately landed on her ass. Corianne and Kyla both inherited their voluptuous figures from their mother. Luc’s smile grew wider as he watched her hips sway from side to side as she led the way out to the terrace.
“You have...a beautiful...home...Mrs. Abernathy,” he shook his head, thinking dangerous thoughts to himself. He may have said home, but he meant ass.
She looked over her shoulder, smiled coyly and replied, “Thank you.” She reached for the handle on the French doors.
“Here, let me.” He raced over and pushed the doors open. It had been a while since Corianne experienced such gentlemanly behavior in her house. She tried not to stare at the way his jacket hugged the muscles in his arms and back. He stood up straight and watched as she walked out onto the terrace.
“So this is it.”
He took his bag off and held it over the chair. “Do you mind?” he asked pointing to the chair.
“No.”
He dropped his bag onto the chair, took off his jacket, and draped it across the back of the chair. He leaned forward and she saw the hints of a wide, tightly defined chest. He pulled out his iPad, measuring tape and note pad, and placed them on the table. He rolled up his sleeves and revealed a tattoo on his forearm. She couldn’t quite make out what it said, but it fascinated her. He walked around the terrace and the grounds taking pictures and notes as she watched him intently.
Her phone rang and she immediately recognized the ringtone, “Distant Lover”, her new identifier for Dexter. She picked up her phone and before she could answer…
“Mrs. Abernathy.”
She placed her phone on the table and ran down to join Luc.
“Please, call me Cori,” she followed her comment with a wide, bright smile.
“Cori, you have good bones, but it can be better.” He turned and the form of his behind took her breath away. “Is there anything specific you want?”
What I want is for you to take me right here on the chaise. I don’t care if anyone sees us. And then I’d like for you to find that spot my husband has only been able to find a few times.
“Cori...Cori...Cori...”
His voice was smooth and she stared at his lips thinking how they would feel gliding along her cheek before easing down her neck to nibbled on that wet spot between her breasts. Every word he said seemed to linger and rest on his lips. She smiled as she watched his mouth.
“Cori, Mrs. Abernathy.”
The sound of her last name broke the spell of her fantasy. “I’m sorry, I was somewhere else.” She patted her chest and cleared her throat. “What were you saying?”
“You have a beautiful space, but it can be better.”
“What do you suggest?”
He started walking back towards the terrace and she followed, watching his behind. Oh yeah, the parts that were chocolate were in all the right places. High, tight butt and thighs that looked like large tree trunks. She noticed every curve and muscle of his body as he moved. He had the swagger of a brother, and the charisma of a European. If he didn’t have a little brother in him, he’d been spending a lot of time with them. Maybe this wasn’t the landscaper, but his son. Maybe his job was to come out and gather the information, and his father would call later with the proposal.
“Your husband mentioned something about a party?”
“A party...oh yeah, a party. He, we are hosting this year’s hospital staff barbecue and he wants the yard ready for that.”
“So that means you’ll be using the space for entertaining?”
“Yes.” She took off her sunglasses. “How long have you been…I mean will you be doing the work or is there…”
He smiled. “I’ve been a landscape designer over twenty years.”
“Really? It’s just…you look…I mean you don’t look that old.”
He laughed. “No one has ever said that to me.”
“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean…”
“You’ve just made my day. I was actually thinking about dying my hair or chopping it off.”