“Now I escort the last of the customers out, close the store and go home to my bed, I’m beat.” I walked over to the door and flipped the sign. “Is that an invitation?” — Melissa Andrea Copy Share Image
“The silkiness of his voice was a torturous caress that I could have endured for the rest of my life.” — Melissa Andrea Copy Share Image
“Now I escort the last of the customers out, close the store and go home to my bed, I’m beat.” I walked over to… — Melissa Andrea Copy Share Image
