Chapter 92

• Almost all of my life I’d been a shrinking violet, too scared of pushing boundaries to get what I wanted, but another look into Julian’s gorgeous green eyes that morning had me desperate. For once I needed to pluck up the courage to be daring. To be risqué. To be… sexy.
• I’d heard about it a thousand times over, from book heroines. I’d seen it in Mum, in person. The way she’d smile and flutter her eyes. The way she’d positioned herself for Scottie was a promise of what lay ahead in the bedroom. So, I tried to emulate it. Kind of. I bit my lip, trying not to look awkward as hell as I twisted my body to the side. I hoped my tight, white worktop would show off my tits. What little I had of them. Shame he couldn’t see the lace of my bra underneath…
• Julian noticed the difference in those few tiny seconds, straightening up and putting his mug back on the counter.