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plain package. It was almost as if she was reluctant to open it, as though she was going to be disappointed with whatever it contained. |
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"You'll never know what's in it until you open it," Charlie chided. |
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She furrowed her brow and read the label aloud. "All it says is Kristen Masters. No address, no return address. Curious, huh?" She gave the package a gentle shake, and Charlie watched while a smile snaked its way over her sensuous mouth. "Whatever it is, it sloshes." She giggled. |
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Charlie folded his hands behind his head. "Surely you have some idea . . . " |
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"None whatsoever. I guess there's only one way to find out." |
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Kristen was the kind of woman that, no matter what she was doing, there was a dimension of almost catlike grace to every task. Unwrapping a package was no different. She was making it a sensual experience. Charlie leaned back and watched her supple, sensual body through the thin, clinging cashmere. |
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The wrapping paper fell to the floor to reveal a used, nondescript cardboard box. She was quick to tear it open and extract a large, somewhat cumbersome glass jar. She walked across the room with the object and set it on the coffee table in front of him. |
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Charlie had already bolted upright in his |
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