‘What are you smiling at?’ she asks trying hard not to smile back. ‘You,’ he says. ‘What about me?’ ‘You’re so fucking beautiful, even...with all this shit going on.’ She sits back and lets a scowl settle on her face. ‘Is that all you can think of right now?’ She doesn’t dare hold back any of her anger. ‘Whoa, hang on a sec,’ Mason replies waves his hands up and winces immediately afterward. ‘Serves your stupid ass right.’ He laughs for a second. ‘Thanks for saving my ass back there and fixing me. His hands were all over me again, sliding over skin, teasing sensitive spots, and I leaned my head back against his shoulder in ecstasy. It was one of those moments our height difference was perfect. I could lean my head back against his chest and he could rest one cheek on my hair and look down along the sloping curves of my body. He slid his hand down the front of my jeans and pressed the thin material of my thong against my wet folds. I gasped, reveling in the feeling of his hands on me, and. ..you're hot!"Miriam laughed out loud. "Lesson number one about the feminineperspective is that all of us like to be thought of as hot."She reached over and grabbed a bottle, and poured me another drink. Thesame liquid I'd had before. Mmmmm. Almonds."So would it surprise you to know that in some ways I had moretraditionally masculine qualities than my husband did?"I felt my response, my head reeling back slightly and my eyebrowsshooting up."You did?"She nodded. "I still do." You do?"She. Come in if you’re going to talk to me. I know, I know, you were reading my name and about my being a Doctor of Jurisprudence. Yes, Sir, I can put your educational wounds back together. How do you want your coffee? Bring me a donut or pastry the next time you come to see me. They aren’t on my diet, but it’s okay if someone else brings it, and I’ll eat it to show that I’m not being ungrateful.”She poured me coffee in a foam cup, and turned, “Well, sit down for crying out loud. I hope we can have.