[p89]CHAPTER TEN [p89] [p ] Janet was more than a beautiful woman and a good model. She was white heat and surging womanhood all dolled up in a body like that of a French movie star. She was as wanton as a Polynesian dancer and as demanding as a nympho. Lying there beside her relaxed nakedness, Nick Danson felt like another man - a tired one. He laid his hand over the swelling rise of her breast and slid it down the flat velvet of her stomach. She made a small sound in her throat and kissed him on the cheek with lips like branding irons. “I’m glad you have amnesia,” she cooed against his ear. “Why, for God’s sake?” She snuggled the curling warmth of her body against him and chuckled. “Because of this. You used to kiss me, but that was all. I wanted more, but not you.” He blinked at the ceiling at her words. She’d tricked him! It was a nice trick, but still she’d cheated. All the time he’d figured that she was some sort of mistress, or something - obviously that’s what she had wanted, but in his other life he’d never given her a tumble. It was funny, in a way. “You mean ... we never...” “Nope.” She chuckled again. “Aren’t I a rat?” “Vixen, is more like it.” “That’s a good word. I like it. Janet Vixen. How would you like to kiss Janet Vixen, Nick Danson?” “Suppose I get another knock on the head,” he suggested, “and I lose the memory of all this, [p90] too? Then what?” [p90] [p ] “I won’t embarrass you in front of company. C’mon, kiss me again, stranger!”
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