Typist #4 - Every Romance is a Revenge Fantasy

“Rose! I’ll thank you to put your hands on that keyboard and watch your mouth.”

I stifled a giggle and sat up straight, sticking my chest out.

I glanced over my shoulder at him as he undressed. He was already shirtless, his smooth chest and toned abdomen as appealing and mouthwatering as the fresh fruit in the room.

His voice deep and husky with lust, he said, “Are you ready?”

I held my fingers over the circular antique keys. “I’m ready.”

THE END