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answer softly.
    “You should think about white jeans one of these days.”
    “I will.”
    We both take deep breaths.
    “Now I am going to kiss your sweet nipples right through that pretty bra you’re wearing.  Oh, I can feel your nipples get very hard.  I know you want me, don’t you, babygirl?”
    “Yes.”  I whisper.
    “Should I take off that bra now?  Is that what you want?”  His honey voice is so seductive.
    “ Yes. Take it off.”  I sigh, wishing it were real and not just words.
    “Oh, this feels so good. Your skin is so soft, Julia.  So soft. I rub my thumbs around your nipples and I know you can feel it all the way down inside your body.  I can feel it in mine. And then I run my tongue around your breasts and my body really loves this.  Can you feel it, too, babygirl?”
    “Yes. ”  I murmur.  My breathing is ragged.
    “Oh god, I want so much more of you.  So I am going to kiss your sweet breasts and then kiss you right down to your jeans.  And then I’m going to kiss you, slowly , slowly, all the way around the top of your jeans.  I can do more.  Do you want more?”
    “Yes…more ...”  I sigh.
    He pauses for a moment.
    “I am going to slip a finger inside your waistband and undo the snap and pull the zipper down just a little bit.  And then pull your jeans down a little.  And kiss you on your soft little belly button.  Then pull your jeans down more until I see some little pink panties.  I love the way they feel. So silky. Babygirl, you smell so good.”
    He pauses again.
    “Then I am going to run my hand down to that hot pink rose between your legs.  It feels soft, baby.  You’re so warm and juicy.”
    I can’t say a thing.  I am curled up, my head in my knees, the phone pressed against my ear.  I am utterly frozen by his voice. My body is shrieking with desire for him.  I want to be in his bed.  I want to feel his hands on me.  I want to feel his mouth on me. I want him inside me.
    “Babygirl, are you still with me?”
    “Oh god, Austen, you are killing me.  I can’t take anymore,” I gasp. “Why are you in L.A instead of here?”
    “ What would you do if I were there?”  He is smiling; I can tell.
    “I’d lock Ali out of the house and take you upstairs and we would make love all night.  All night, Austen, all night.”
    He laughs softly.  “I have something better than that planned for you, Julia. Come away with me this weekend, baby.”
    I have only one answer:  “Yes.”
    “Sweet Dreams, Julia.  Dream of me.”
    “Dream of me,” I whisper.
    “I always do, babygirl.  Goodnight.”  He leaves me stunned, breathless.

Chapter Nine
     
    Friday at noo n I race off to Macy’s and buy white jeans.  Snug fit.  Perfect. Then upstairs to the lingerie department but they don’t have any French bras. The upscale store I. Magnin is at the next corner and, of course, they have beautiful French lingerie.  I try on three peachy-pink bras and decide on one of them.  It has matching silk panties that are tissue thin and soft.  I look at the price tags.  Oh my god, I’ll have to live on bread and water for two weeks.  I buy them anyway.
    Back at the office my phone rings:  “I’ll pick you up at 5 in front of your office.”
    “Okay, but I have to go back to the cottage to pick up some things.”
     
    * * *
     
    As we head south out of San Francisco, it is a perfect California summer evening:  warm, balmy air, blue sky. The convertible top is down.  I have tied a scarf around my head the way Grace Kelly wears one in a movie, so my hair doesn’t whip around me face.  I am wearing the white jeans, a black blouse and sandals with thin black straps.  Underneath, my new bra and panties feel silky.
    The sun has just set when he turns off Pacific Coast Highway and drives up a narrow road toward the hills.  I can hear the murmur of the ocean rolling up on a rocky beach not far away.  He parks the Mustang outside a rustic country inn. Warm lights