ROMANCE: CLEAN ROMANCE: Summer Splash! (Sweet Inspirational Contemporary Romance) (New Adult Clean Fantasy Short Stories)

ROMANCE: CLEAN ROMANCE: Summer Splash! (Sweet Inspirational Contemporary Romance) (New Adult Clean Fantasy Short Stories) by Michelle Woodward Read Free Book Online

Book: ROMANCE: CLEAN ROMANCE: Summer Splash! (Sweet Inspirational Contemporary Romance) (New Adult Clean Fantasy Short Stories) by Michelle Woodward Read Free Book Online
Authors: Michelle Woodward
sculpted underneath his tight-fitting V-neck black T-shirt, strong upper arms rounding out its sleeves.  The long, lean line of his leg did not dare disrupt the press of his pants, and when he turned around mid-trick to catch nine glass balls in succession, Mackie got a front-row view of his cute little butt.  The best kind.  She realized she had spied Adam earlier, amongst the throng of people at the front of the showroom, but had written him off as a slightly better-dressed version of the typical Texan cruise lounger.  Now that she saw him on stage, she drank him in leisurely, the full, sandy-blonde hair, the thick black outline of his appealingly nerdy glasses, and the generous cut of his mouth, which he would sometimes bite down on in concentration.
                  She was drunk on it, the feeling of watching somebody skilled do what they loved.  Almost unconsciously, she was scooping the olives off of their tiny red plastic skewer with her tongue, rolling it in her mouth before biting into it, releasing juice into her mouth just as Adam caught flying objects again and again, bending his body into impossible positions.
                  And then, he was asking for a volunteer from the audience.  Mackie did not stir, although there were parts of her that knew she wanted to be near him, very much.  She watched him scan the audience, for jest placing a hand perpendicular to his forehead as if he was a sea captain surveying the horizon for potential storms.  And when his eyes landed on her, Mackie knew that something indeed was a-brewin’. 
    *              *              *
                  Mackie could see him respond.  Adam Santino stood on stage as if struck by lightning, and his eyes swept almost uncontrollably up her body, taking in the delicate ankles, the splayed pleats of her silk dress, linger momentarily on the pert little breasts rounding out the triangles of her top, and locked on her face. 
                  “The lady in green, please,” Adam intoned.
                  Mackie cheerfully continued sucking olives off her plastic.
                  “Green silk.  Blue?  Is that blue, or some new-fangled color the wicked women of the world have invented to terrorize the color-blind?”  The audience tittered.  “Would the gorgeous black woman in the front row to my right please join me on the stage?” he asked again.  Mackie wondered at his insistence, and also at the woman’s seeming reluctance to come up.  Some people really are shy, she thought to herself, craning her neck to try and see what she assumed was the only other black woman on the whole ship.
                  The man sitting behind her tapped her on the shoulder.  “I think he’s talking to you,” he whispered loudly, and Mackie realized he was right.  The person, the gorgeous woman , Adam Santino was asking for on stage was none other than Mackie herself.  She gulped, and then quietly set down her martini glass on the table a little off to her right.  Feeling the folds of her dress swirl around her as she stood, Mackie carefully alighted the stage, the familiar harsh cut of the stage lights blinding her.
                  “Now, isn’t she lovely, folks?” Adam asked, and the audience clapped like a well-trained slew of seals.  Mackie cocked an eyebrow at him, and was surprised to find that Adam’s smile held the faintest hint of irony.  His eyes, she also noted, were gray and framed by a thick set of dark blond lashes. 
                  “Now, what is your name?”
                  “Mackie.”
                  “And what do you do, Mackie?” he asked, scooping up two of the round plastic balls he had used in an earlier trick.
                  “I’m a ballerina.”
                  Adam’s mouth formed a round O that seemed genuine despite the

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