Edmund arrived much the same as before. Taking care in the way that he deposited his things and rolling up his sleeves to his elbows. He moved with such grace it was effortlessly sexy. He knew that she was watching him. She could see the muscles in his back shifting under his shirt, and when he turned to look at her there was that same knowing smile as before.
“I’ve been thinking about you all night.” Margo said boldly. She didn’t care at all that she wasn’t supposed to, or that it was wrong, or that it might upset him. She was breaking his little ‘lady decorum’ rule and she wasn’t going to apologize for it.
“I had a dream about you...” She continued, shifting in her seat as his eyes washed over her. “Do you want to hear it?”
Mr. Edmund pulled his chair closer to her. He moves his knee
