I close my eyes on the best day of my life. I wake an hour later to Emily stirring. She wears a satisfied smile and nothing else. She stretches long w...ith reaching hands and pointing toes, the bed vibrates with her tensing muscles. She lets out a long sigh of contentment. As I quietly watch her, an unconscious grin spreads across my face. She looks at me and the smile slides right off her face, replaced by confusion then concern. She glances at her watch arm and groans forgetting she didn’t wear. " She made it a statement of fact."Don't let it go to your head. You are a little ragged around the edges."That killed her smile so I softened the impact by cupping her cheek in my hand for a moment."Time for you to slice some bread, little girl." I pulled her arm towards the kitchen. As she danced in front of me. I ogled her sweet little ass. Don't think I'll ever get tired of that."There's a bread knife in the rack. There's a baguette in that basket." I waved vaguely at the counter next to. He saw the savage motion of her hands and she tugged the belt around her waist, and then tied it tightly.He turned back to her, and smiled apologetically."Why don't you go and make us a pot of tea or something, and then we shall sit and talk for a little while."His tone was firm as he became a dominant male, and Iris turned without comment, and pausing only long enough to collect the cups from earlier, she fled the room."Your father is the only male in your family; isn't he?" James asked as he. We made arrangements to come back the next day.There was no question that Shirley would accompany me when I delivered the drawing. I could almost smell the excitement she felt about the Foster family. By the time we reached the apartment she had an outline for the study in her mind.Shirley was so intent making notes for her project that she didn't notice that I was trying to fit two work surfaces in the small bedroom. She didn't ask why I was rearranging the furniture until she saw me moving my.