EXCERPT …

“I hope you don’t mind, but I brought you ladies champagne instead. Hey, where is everybody?” Nick’s voice called out inside the guest bedroom. “Don’t tell me you guys finished already without even waiting for me,” he quipped.

“We haven’t even started. Your fiancée wanted to slip into something more ‘comfortable’,” Kelli replied with a playful grin as she emerged from the en suite bathroom with her jeans and tee shirt neatly draped over her arm, and she was unable to silence the laughter which tumbled out of her at the actor’s low wolf whistle of appreciation for her black corset bra and its matching bikini-brief thong.

“Damn, I missed that ass,” Nick murmured, seemingly to himself, as she turned away to hang her clothes over the back of the antique rocking chair which sat in the corner beside the window.

“Well, as flattering as that is, I’m sure it’s not what your fiancée would want to hear if she walked in here now,” she chastised him with a quiet smile as he set his tray down on the table beside the king-sized bed and proceeded to fill two of the three flutes.

“You’re right. As usual,” he conceded with a soft chuckle as he stuffed the bottle of Dom back into the ice bucket and walked over to hand her one of the glasses. “Today should be totally about Sandy, and making her feel comfortable.”