Secrets Dispatched by Raven McAllan Read Free Book Online

felt so full of hope and enthusiasm for ages. She almost skipped back to the bedroom, where she did a shimmy to help her clammy denims over her hips then grimaced as the cold damp material chafed her skin. Was there anything worse?
    Well, yes, there was a lot, but at that moment, it came very high up the list. Shane got rid of the offending garment just as there was a knock on the bedroom door. She looked around her for something to cover her bottom half. Hot pink socks and a scarlet thong wasn’t exactly sartorially elegant, especially with a fuzzy blue jumper covering her top. She hadn’t thought about color co-ordination when she’d dressed, more about warmth.
    “Shane, I’ve clothes here for you.”
    “Um, er, okay, half a sec.” She did the best thing she could think of and slid under the duvet. Okay, I’m decent.”
    The door opened and Ross came in with a large stuffed bag. “Pity. Or are you in there waiting for me?” His eyes twinkled and Shane guessed he was now trying to reassure her all was okay in their world.
    “In your dreams,” she said inelegantly.
    “Oh yeah, you’ve got that right.” He dumped the bag on top of a chair. “Should be something that’ll work in here.” Ross picked up her jeans and walked back to the door “Shove the rest of your wet clothes outside and I’ll put them in the dryer.”
    Shane stared at the door as it closed behind him and let her breath out in one long sigh. Her simple idea of meet Jess, chat and move on, was suddenly a whole lot more complicated. She got out of the bed, smoothed the duvet and shoved the rest of her clothes outside the door as Ross had directed. Then she made her way into the bathroom to stand under the hot shower until her skin tingled. Eventually she forced herself out from under the gentle, soothing spray and made her way back to the bedroom with a towel tightly twisted around her. Silly, because of course Ross wouldn’t be there, however that little bit of protection mattered.
    The bag on the chair had fallen over and some of the contents had spilled onto the carpet. Something bright caught her eye and Shane walked across the room and stared at the scarlet silk that shimmered in the lamp light. That wasn’t sweats or joggers. She picked the material up between her thumb and forefinger. It was revealed as a very sexy, slinky, soft slip of a dress, with tiny thin straps and a pretty scalloped hem. A scrap of paper was pinned to it.
     
    Not joggers but much more you, I think. I dare you.
     
    Shane stared at the dress and dropped it as if it was hot. Then she picked it up again and held it next to her cheek. Nice, but so not her.
    By the time she returned to the lounge, Ross was once more sat on the sofa, legs stretched out in front of him with his ankles crossed and his arms behind his head. His shirt and jeans stretched tightly over his body gave Shane the perfect idea of how fit and well-honed he was. She risked a quick look toward his cock and bit back a groan. The outline there was one big, juice-inducing bulge. She swallowed as she salivated at the thought of that anywhere near her.
    Oh, my yes please.
    Ross looked up at her and smiled. “Feel better?”
    Well, I do and I don’t. S he didn’t think she’d say that though. “Yes, thank you. I hope you don’t mind me in the dressing gown? Those joggers slid off me as soon as I moved.” She didn’t mention the dress.
    “Whatever you feel happiest in is fine by me.”
    He didn’t mention the dress either. Had she hoped he would?
    “Coffee on its way.” Ross stood up. “I’ve rustled up soup. Do you want it now?”
    Her tummy had so many butterflies in it, she felt sick and she had to clench her fists to stop her hands shaking. She didn’t envisage her managing to drink soup without spilling it down her cleavage, and maybe a dash to the loo. “Later, I think.”
    “No worries. I’ll grab coffee and biccies instead for now then. Oh, by the way, I’ve just had a phone