My Kind of Girl by Candace Shaw Page A

color-coordinated and there were pull out racks
every few shirts that held ties and handkerchiefs. There was also
pull out shelves with belts and suspenders. She still had no idea
what she was going to throw on after her shower. She trekked over
to the casual side where he had shirts arranged according to colors
and types, as well as slacks and shorts. She hated going through
his things, but she needed to find something to throw on so she
could shower and be out of it before he returned home. The thought
of him walking into the bathroom while she was showering sent a
heat wave to slam through her. She could imagine him sneaking up
behind her and wrapping his hands around her waist and sliding them
up to her breasts, massaging them while laying passionate kisses on
her neck. She trembled at the scene in her head as it seemed almost
too real; however, she needed to stay focused. They’d agreed they
would get to know each first, but after the other night in her
apartment she wasn’t so sure if she could hold out. She’d never
craved for a man to the point of breaking her own dating rules. She
didn’t believe in casual sex anymore. The times she did had been
horrific. No passion or love. Just sex with no emotion plus, she
didn’t want to add to the number of men she’d slept with. She’d had
three real boyfriends and two casual sex partners in her lifetime.
She didn’t want to add to the count which would have to now begin
on her next hand, and she hated that. She honestly thought she’d
never go past the second one because she thought she was so in love
with him and that would get married after college. However, he
neglected to tell her that he was still seeing his ex-girlfriend
who was at another college, and he eventually went back to
her.
    Now that she was thirty, Traci had
decided that unless she was in a committed relationship there would
be no sex involved, and yet she had a feeling that sex with Sean
wouldn’t be casual. It would be overwhelmingly passionate and
incredible. The sample she’d received at her apartment was
mind-blowing. A tingle pulsed between her legs and her body shook
with pure excitement of what could’ve transpired that evening, but
it was too soon even though she desired to be with him and would
worry about the consequences of breaking her rule later.
    Traci opened one of the drawers to the
island which held his silk boxers. Those would definitely fall off
of her and she found a drawer with T-shirts. She pulled out one of
his medical school shirts that would probably hang off of her as
well. Her eye caught a few bathrobes hanging on the casual side,
and she was relieved when she found one that was shorter than the
rest. She figured the paisley robe would have to do temporarily
while she threw the clothes she was wearing in the washing machine
that she’d spotted in the back of the closet area past the rows of
dress shoes he owned. There had to be at least one hundred pairs of
shoes, all perfectly shiny and color-coordinator of
course.
    Traci still couldn’t believe she’d
agreed to stay, shower, and put on something that belonged to Sean;
however, she wanted to see him again. She’d thought about him
constantly since the night at her apartment. She could barely
concentrate last night at the Botanical Gardens while she gave a
private tour of the new orchid conservatory to some of the board
members. All she could envision was Sean’s heated eyes as he raked
his tongue across her skin, or tugging and sucking at her nipples
that pebbled at the mere thought of his lips on them. At one point
in the evening, she’d looked down to see her nipples were perked up
under her dress that normally wouldn’t even need a bra. Luckily,
she had on a shawl just in case the air became cooler and pulled it
closer to her body to hide the obvious while hoping none of the old
gentlemen had noticed.
    Her cell phone rung, sending her out
of her amorous thoughts. She figured it was her mother returning
her