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"Miss Isabel Mendez?" the boy asked, looking down at the name on the package, then back at her with the most beautiful amber eyes she'd ever seen. Isabel realized he'd asked her twice but she'd been too busy ogling his youthful physique to reply. She also noticed he was trying with difficulty not to stare at her hardened nipples poking into her white top.
"That's me," she responded, her pouty lips curling into a slow, sensuous smile. Actually, it's Mrs. Isabel Walker right now, she thought with a twinge of annoyance, but pushed thoughts of her philandering husband out of her mind. She could have her fun too, couldn't she?
"I'm Logan," he said, a grin spreading on his face. "Just so, you know, it won't be weird the next time we see each other."
Alarm bells went off in Isabel's mind. "Next time?"
Logan nodded. "I'll be working this route all summer until I start college," he said almost bashfully, but forcing himself to seem confident. "Carl got moved to another part of town, I heard."
"Lucky for me," Isabel said, raising an eyebrow at him and leaning against the doorframe. She realized then that the white of her scant, practically see-through clothes contrasted with the tan caramel of her skin. That her pants delineated the curves of her hips and round butt, the smoothness of trim belly and thighs, the deep V of her tank top plunged into her considerable cleavage.
Isabel drank in the vision before her, mesmerized by how large he loomed, over six feet in height, with broad shoulders that featured his athleticism. His uniform was short-sleeved, showing off his mouth-watering biceps. She could only imagine what firm, ripe flesh waited to be touched, trapped beneath that uniform. She was absolutely certain of only one thing-- this was a vast improvement from Carl. And Derek. Logan's beauty was seriously off the charts. She must be hallucinating him.
"Are you running on a tight schedule?" she asked, crossing her arms coolly beneath her breasts, pursing her lips to prevent herself from smiling at the word "tight".
Logan shrugged, eyeing her lusciously, the way a predator stalks its prey before jumping it. Interestingly, he still held her bound manuscript in its padded envelope, making no move to hand it over. "You're the last on my route today," he told her. Logan's gaze was so intensely, basely human and feral. Reminding her of her own needs and instincts that begged to be sated. Isabel felt a warmth sweep over her like a hot spell.
"You have my package." Isabel gestured to it, unsure of what else to say, about ready to pull him into the house and have her way with him.
Logan looked down at the package he held and did a slight double take, as though he'd forgotten that was why he was here. "Oh, right," he said, and handed it to her, his fingers brushing hers. His amber eyes seemed to glow when he looked at her. Isabel had never seen eyes like Logan's before. His air of innocence, combined with a smoldering, raw, untapped sensuality was making Isabel's pulse frenetic. She felt herself moisten, her clit announcing its desire by starting to pulse lightly. Why ignore her instincts? she wondered, trying to find even one good reason why she shouldn't try to seduce this young, delicious man?
"Would you like a cup of coffee, Logan? I just made some," she asked, knowing it was completely against the rules for him. But he was young and undoubtedly felt invincible, as though no harm or consequence could befall him. Plus he was male and would seize any opportunity to potentially get some action.
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