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as just another pretty face.
But once she had met up with her that first night at her house, she had known she was in trouble. She hadn t
expected to find such a passionate, naïve, and sensual creature underneath the gorgeous exterior. And to top it
off, the blonde had a hidden attraction to women and an unhappy marriage.
Henderson walked down to the edge of the deck and stepped off into the yard. She should ve walked away that
night. Wiped her hands clean of Erin Mackenzie and the desire she so clearly felt creeping up within her. But
she hadn t. And now she was stuck up here with her, miles away from civilization, miles away from a healthy
distraction.
She bent down and began picking up logs. So what now? "Now," She told herself. "You go in there and act like
everything s fine. Poor girl doesn t need to know how in love you are with her." She s got enough on her plate.
Erin had just finished with the dishes when Henderson returned, a couple of large logs in her arms.
"I thought we would fire up that fireplace tonight." She said as she walked in and tossed them into the large pit.
"Sounds great." Erin noted, glad that Henderson was back to sounding herself and at least speaking to her.
While Henderson got the fire going, Erin made them both some hot chocolate with Butterscotch Schnapps and
then made herself comfortable on one of the overstuffed sofas in front of the fireplace.
"Here you go." She said, offering Henderson the steaming mug who then settled in next to her on the couch.
"Thanks." Just drink the hot chocolate and try not to notice how beautiful she looks in the firelight. She took a
large sip. Oh God, I m gonna need more Schnapps.
They both sat in silence for a few minutes, staring into the roaring fire.
"Patricia?" Erin asked softly from her end of the couch.
"Yeah?" She turned to look at the attractive blonde next to her. She gulped at her astonishing beauty.
"Have I done something to upset you?" Erin stared down into her mug and ran her finger along the rim.
Henderson was silent for a moment and she turned to look away from Erin. She cringed inwardly at having
made her feel as such.
"No, of course not." She replied, trying to reassure her as she stared back into the fire.
"You sure?" Erin asked, wanting to believe her but unable to ignore her recent behavior.
"Yes." This time she met her eyes, needing to convince her. "And to prove it to you, I ll even answer that one
question you wanted to ask me."
Erin smiled at her and looked back into the fire. She had no idea what to ask her, her own brain too occupied at
how the firelight looked against her auburn hair.
"I was only kidding." She said, sipping her cocoa.
"I m not." Henderson said leaning over to toss a throw pillow at her playfully. "Come on, ask me anything."
Erin blocked the pillow and set her cocoa down on the coffee table. "Ok, Miss writer& " She desperately
searched her brain for a question, having no clue what to ask. She drew in a breath and asked the only thing that
came into her mind.
"Who s this muse you speak of?" She tossed the pillow back at her and was surprised when she didn t catch it
or even try to block it. She just stared at her, a look of obvious shock written all over her face. Oh God. What
am I going to do? Run. Don t let her see it written all over your face.
"Patricia?" Erin said, swallowing hard. She looked like she had at dinner, like the blood had suddenly been
drained from her body.
Henderson rose quickly, setting down her mug. She tried to walk past Erin to head upstairs but Erin reached out
and grabbed her arm and stood up alongside her.
"Hey, what s wrong?" She asked softly, searching her blank face for answers.
Run. Henderson tried to shake her off, but Erin reached out with her other arm.
"Talk to me? What s going on?" She pleaded.
Henderson opened her mouth to speak, but stopped as her eyes met Erin s. You re hurting her. Look at her, she
thinks she done something wrong.
"What is it?" Erin tried again, very softly.
Henderson looked down at her hands and Erin let go, not wanting to restrain her. She thought for sure
Henderson would continue her flight, but when she didn t move, Erin looked at her and met her eyes.
She found them looking at her, burning a deep blue, just as they had in a dream she had once had. Her cheeks
were flushed and her dark red lips quivered.
"It s you." She whispered her voice tight with emotion.
Erin shook her head, not quite understanding. "I don t understand." She said.
"My muse. It s you." She reached out and touched Erin s wrist, needing to feel her hot skin on her own once
again.
"Me?" Erin asked overwhelmed with the revelation as well as the desire that was quickly spilling into her
blood.
"Yes." Henderson replied huskily. With her grip tightened on Erin s wrist, she then gave into her long hidden
want and desire. She pulled Erin into her and wrapped her other hand around the base of her neck.
Erin felt her move in and a rush of desire flushed her face and lips just as Henderson s warm, wet mouth
claimed hers with surprising force.
Erin fell back onto the couch, wrapping her arms around Henderson, bringing her down on top of her.
Their tongues danced and dueled and Henderson groaned as Erin took her tongue and sucked on it hungrily.
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