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© Paige Tyler, 2011
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The Postman Always Comes Twice
There, standing on her doorstep, was six-foot-four
inches of gorgeous stud. She would never have
imagined the button-up shirt and blue trousers
that made up the postal service uniform could be
so damn sexy on anyone, but on Travis, it looked
hot as hell. She supposed it could have something
to do with those impossibly broad shoulders and
muscular biceps. Damn, he was built.
She could tell from the way he took in her robe he
was surprised she wasn’t wearing her usual tank
top and pajama bottoms. His golden eyes caressed
the curve of her breasts for a moment before
lingering on her long legs, and Charisma felt heat
pool between her thighs at the flicker of lust she
saw there. To her dismay, he immediately hid it
behind a façade of professionalism.
inches of gorgeous stud. She would never have
imagined the button-up shirt and blue trousers
that made up the postal service uniform could be
so damn sexy on anyone, but on Travis, it looked
hot as hell. She supposed it could have something
to do with those impossibly broad shoulders and
muscular biceps. Damn, he was built.
She could tell from the way he took in her robe he
was surprised she wasn’t wearing her usual tank
top and pajama bottoms. His golden eyes caressed
the curve of her breasts for a moment before
lingering on her long legs, and Charisma felt heat
pool between her thighs at the flicker of lust she
saw there. To her dismay, he immediately hid it
behind a façade of professionalism.
“It looks as if I have another delivery for you,” he said, holding out the electronic
clipboard. “What did you buy this time?”
“A spinning bike.” She glanced at him form under her lashes as she signed her name in
the signature block. “It looks really heavy. Do you think you could bring it inside for me?”
He flashed her his usual heart-stopping grin. “No problem.”
As he bent to pick up the big box, Charisma stepped back so her could come into the
apartment.
“Where do you want it?” he asked.
Anywhere you want to give it to me. She blushed at the naughty thought as she closed the
door. “If you could put it in my home office, that would be great. It’s down the hall on the
right.”
Even though the box was obviously heavy, Travis had no problem carrying it, Charisma
noticed. She had no problem admiring his great ass as she followed him down the hall,
either. She caught her lip between her teeth to stifle a moan.
“Is this okay?” he asked as he set the box down in one of the few open spaces left in the
room.
Between her desk, the built-in bookcase, file cabinets and the boxes of stuff she’d bought
over the past couple weeks, floor space was definitely at a premium. She’d been so busy
with work and ordering things online she hadn’t had a chance to open most of the boxes
yet.
“That’s fine,” she said. “Thanks.”
He looked around the room, his mouth quirking. “You certainly buy a lot of stuff.”
She felt her face color at the amusement in his deep voice, and she reached up to tuck
her long, dark hair behind her ear in an effort to hide her embarrassment. “Yeah, I guess I
do. Fortunately for my bank account, I end up sending most of it back.”
His gaze scanned the boxes again before coming to rest on the rectangular box on the
edge of her desk. He studied the contents for a moment before reaching inside to pull out
the hot pink vibrator she’d gotten a week ago.
Her lips curved into a smile. Score, she thought. She’d purposely left it there in the hopes
he would see it. So much for rusty flirting skills.
He gave her a sidelong glance and her pulse fluttered when she saw that the lust she’d
noticed earlier was back in his mesmerizing golden brown eyes.
“You aren’t planning on sending this back, are you?” he asked.
“I’m not sure. I haven’t had a chance to try it yet.” She gazed up at him from under her
lashes, giving him her best flirtatious look. “Too bad you have mail to deliver. You could
have stayed and helped me take it for a test drive.”
Charisma had never been so bold with a guy before, but since her subtle attempts at
flirtation hadn’t worked, she didn’t want there to be any confusion she was coming on to
him. Even so, the words made her blush a little. They hadn’t even gone on a date and she
was already inviting him into her bed.
Travis’s mouth curved into a sexy grin. “I was actually going to take lunch after I
delivered your package anyway, so I’m off the clock for the next hour. I could hang
around if you think I might be able to help.”
Her heart did a backflip. She had to admit, she hadn’t expected her plan to actually work.
“Really?”
“Really.”
“Are you sure it’s okay? To spend your lunch hour with a woman on your mail route, I
mean?”
He took a step closer, his grin broadening. “It’s perfectly okay. Satisfaction is our number
one priority at the Postal Service, you know.”
clipboard. “What did you buy this time?”
“A spinning bike.” She glanced at him form under her lashes as she signed her name in
the signature block. “It looks really heavy. Do you think you could bring it inside for me?”
He flashed her his usual heart-stopping grin. “No problem.”
As he bent to pick up the big box, Charisma stepped back so her could come into the
apartment.
“Where do you want it?” he asked.
Anywhere you want to give it to me. She blushed at the naughty thought as she closed the
door. “If you could put it in my home office, that would be great. It’s down the hall on the
right.”
Even though the box was obviously heavy, Travis had no problem carrying it, Charisma
noticed. She had no problem admiring his great ass as she followed him down the hall,
either. She caught her lip between her teeth to stifle a moan.
“Is this okay?” he asked as he set the box down in one of the few open spaces left in the
room.
Between her desk, the built-in bookcase, file cabinets and the boxes of stuff she’d bought
over the past couple weeks, floor space was definitely at a premium. She’d been so busy
with work and ordering things online she hadn’t had a chance to open most of the boxes
yet.
“That’s fine,” she said. “Thanks.”
He looked around the room, his mouth quirking. “You certainly buy a lot of stuff.”
She felt her face color at the amusement in his deep voice, and she reached up to tuck
her long, dark hair behind her ear in an effort to hide her embarrassment. “Yeah, I guess I
do. Fortunately for my bank account, I end up sending most of it back.”
His gaze scanned the boxes again before coming to rest on the rectangular box on the
edge of her desk. He studied the contents for a moment before reaching inside to pull out
the hot pink vibrator she’d gotten a week ago.
Her lips curved into a smile. Score, she thought. She’d purposely left it there in the hopes
he would see it. So much for rusty flirting skills.
He gave her a sidelong glance and her pulse fluttered when she saw that the lust she’d
noticed earlier was back in his mesmerizing golden brown eyes.
“You aren’t planning on sending this back, are you?” he asked.
“I’m not sure. I haven’t had a chance to try it yet.” She gazed up at him from under her
lashes, giving him her best flirtatious look. “Too bad you have mail to deliver. You could
have stayed and helped me take it for a test drive.”
Charisma had never been so bold with a guy before, but since her subtle attempts at
flirtation hadn’t worked, she didn’t want there to be any confusion she was coming on to
him. Even so, the words made her blush a little. They hadn’t even gone on a date and she
was already inviting him into her bed.
Travis’s mouth curved into a sexy grin. “I was actually going to take lunch after I
delivered your package anyway, so I’m off the clock for the next hour. I could hang
around if you think I might be able to help.”
Her heart did a backflip. She had to admit, she hadn’t expected her plan to actually work.
“Really?”
“Really.”
“Are you sure it’s okay? To spend your lunch hour with a woman on your mail route, I
mean?”
He took a step closer, his grin broadening. “It’s perfectly okay. Satisfaction is our number
one priority at the Postal Service, you know.”
