Who Is Mistral Dawn?

Mistral Dawn is a thirty-something gal who has lived on both coasts of the US but somehow never in the middle. She currently resides in the Southeast US with her kitty cats (please spay or neuter! :-)) where she works as a hospital drudge and attends graduate school. Taken By The Huntsman is her first effort at writing fiction and if it is well received she has ideas for several more novels and short-stories in this series. Please feel free to visit her on FaceBook or drop her a line at mistralkdawn@gmail.com

Wednesday, February 3, 2016

#WarmUp #Wednesday! :-)

Hey Everyone!! :-)

It's Wednesday again, so time to find out what Petri has been up to! ;-)  I hope you enjoy reading this as much as I'm enjoying writing it. :-)

Daji broke their kiss and pulled back. His gaze bore into her eyes as he cradled her chin in his large hands and smoothed his thumbs over her cheeks. "You are truly lovely," he murmured. "This will be an unusual pleasure."

Petri blushed. Her clients didn't usually consider her beautiful. With her flat, cat-like face, small, skinny body, and undeveloped breasts and hips, she was considered exotic, different, and sometimes exciting. But not pretty.

"Thank you, handsome, that means a lot coming from you." She smiled, but it was the empty, meaningless smile she always gave to clients. And she could see that Daji noticed.

"You do not believe me." He reached lower and pressed her body against his. She could feel the evidence of his arousal against her sternum. "But I do not lie, nor do I say things I do not mean."

Closing her eyes, she swallowed. Even if he was just being kind, he deserved better from her than the plastic facade she normally wore over her feelings while she worked. He had earned more from her. And she knew that his attraction to her was real. Even before he touched her, she felt his lust and something else as well, something deeper that she couldn't identify. But it was clear to her that his feelings were honest, and that she turned him on. Forcing herself to push aside the persona of a professional dolly, she looked up into his eyes and brushed her fingers over the soft fur on his cheek.

"I'm sorry, Daji. And thank you, for real. I'm glad you like what you see."

A purr sounded from deep in his throat. He took her hand in his and rubbed his cheek against her palm. "Very much.

Woo!  Guess things are about to get hot, huh? ;-)  Thanks for dropping in, and don't forget to check back tomorrow for the latest in Mistral Dawn's Musings! :-)

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