Even from several feet away I could smell her delicious perfume, a soft, feminine scent, rich with meaning. It had me shivering. I opened my eyes a bit and glanced up, afraid those beautiful azure eyes would be glaring at me with disapproval. My knees felt weak. Instead she was smiling slightly, her lips pursed together in a thin line that turned up at the corners. “Yes, I know, Barkley,” she said primly, removing her dark blue blazer and hanging it on a tall wooden post by the door. She stood and faced me, hands on her hips. She was a large woman, tall and imposing, athletic and strong.
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