Notorious. Vicki Lewis Thompson

been trying to remember exactly what I brought. I don’t think any of it was that important.” Noah was having a hard time concentrating on the vandalism incident when more potent subjects stood right in front of him. As he faced Keely in the elevator, the mirrored walls gave him many stimulating viewing options.

      On the left and right walls he could admire her figure in profile—the impressive thrust of her breasts, the narrow waist, the long slender legs made even more sexy by the high-heeled sandals. The back wall of the elevator gave him a different perspective. When she shifted her weight, the blue flowered material of her dress quivered against her firm bottom and flounced against her thighs. There was something very enticing about the backs of her knees….

      And without warning, he was imagining Keely naked in this elevator, surrounded by mirrors. He could see her lifting her arms over her head, stretching, turning this way and that, while the mirrors reflected every spectacular inch of her. His breathing grew shallow.

      “…forget to give him that,” Keely said.

      “Hmm? What?” Noah felt his face heat as he realized he’d missed half of what she’d just said.

      She smiled. “The list of what you had in the room. You need to make that up as soon as possible.”

      “Oh. Right.”

      Her green eyes began to sparkle. “Are you enjoying the mirrors?”

      Everything he was thinking was apparently written on his face. “I was wondering how they keep them so clean,” he fibbed. “You notice there are no smudge marks.”

      “Now that you mention it, they are very clean.” Her eyes danced. “Mirrors can be a lot of fun. Ever made love in front of one?”

      “No!” And suddenly that seemed like the only thing he wanted to do.

      “Too bad,” she said. “Well, there’s still time.”

      Way too much time, he thought. Especially this weekend.