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Sex.  A three letter word that encompasses so much meaning.  Can make a man’s eyes roll to the back of his head in pure ecstasy.  Can give a woman ultimate power. 
Think about Cleopatra, Helen of Troy… and me.

-An excerpt from Walk in My Shoes

Struggling into a particularly tight pair of pantyhose, I let out a muffled curse. “Slimming,” I muttered in disgust. “Will take five inches off your waistline, my ass.”

Jumping up and down, I breathed a sigh of relief as the stubborn nylon squeezed over my hips and settled over my waist. There were miracles after all. Smoothing my hands over the fabric, I reached to grab my very proper business skirt from the bed, but paused as movement from the window caught my attention.

He-ello, Dolly! In the apartment across the block, a shirtless man in luscious shorty-shorts traipsed about his apartment, happy as you please.

“He-ello,” I said appreciatively, imagining all the things I would like to do to him.

Stepping around my bed, I approached the window and stared at the impressively-formed torso of a man familiar with hard work. Even from across the alleyway distance between my building and his, I could see the sweat running down his chest as he finished off his set of reps.  I licked my lips as he turned and placed the weights on a rack.

Six months ago, I’d happened to catch him walking around his apartment in just a towel and from that moment, I was hooked. I had to get a daily dose of Mr. Joe Sexy.

He was picture perfect. The way his black locks fell over his features and the amazing, mouth-watering way his body fell in perfect lines begged to be photographed. As he exited the living area, I sighed in disappointment. My God, it had been a long time since I’d felt inspired to photograph a person on a whim.

I glanced over at my Nikon sitting on my bedside table, and then turned back to find him in the room once more. He strode forward. As he leaned over to grab something on the ground, he paused, and I found myself captured by the most gorgeous blue eyes. I gasped as he stood, placed his arm against the window frame, and smiled.

Jerking back, I rested against the wall and released a horrified breath. He had seen me! Seen me ogling him like some fresh teenager. And what’s more, he’d seen me doing it in just a blouse and pantyhose. I slapped a woebegone hand on my forehead and glanced down at my blouse, which just covered my crotch. Thank God for small mercies.

Drawing in a calming breath, I snatched up my skirt and pulled it on before hurrying from the room as though the hounds of hell were upon me. I didn’t stop until I was safely in the elevator. Once there, I leaned against the smooth faux wood panel, my heart racing. With a groan, I dropped my head back onto the wall.

This was fan-freaking-tastic. Not only did Mr. Sexy catch me, he probably thought I was a right little perv. I mean, it was true: I was a right perv, and I made no excuses for it. I just didn’t want anyone else calling me up on it, least of all the object of my raunchiest fantasies.

The elevator door opened with a ding. I stepped out and glanced furtively around me. What did I expect? Him running toward to my apartment block with the police?

I released a wry chuckle and dropped into my car, a bright yellow beetle, of all things. Who was I kidding? Right now, he was probably laughing his ass off.