Chapter 10

“You’ve got the legs and the milk jugs to pull it off, babe,” Blythe had said earlier at the condo when Paige started to protest, “so don’t be afraid to show the hunky Stallion where his nourishment lies.”

“But Blythe—”

“You want to grab and hold his attention, don’t you?”

“Of course.”

“Then you have to show him you’re a secure woman who gets what she wants, and what she wants most of all just happens to be his big, stiff pecker. And you’ve got to admit, that outfit certainly suits the objective.”

“I suppose,” said Paige, twirling before the full-length mirror and relishing the pliant material as it embraced her flesh in its softness. She had to agree, at least to herself, that she liked what she saw reflected back at her and suddenly wondered why, with all her recent royalties, she hadn’t splurged on a whole new wardrobe. “All right, you’ve made your point.”