Chapter 35

"You're saying that."

"Not so. I've known a few women and you put the majority to shame if looks are any criteria. You may be small - but everything is in the right proportion."

Melissa looked down at the curve of her breasts under the cotton blouse. "I wish these were bigger."

"They're perfect for your height and figure," said Elliot, unable not to stare at the length of the nipples that were tenting the white blouse. "They're better than perfect if you ask me."

Another blush - and a nervous giggle.

"Want to see inside?" he asked, hand sweeping toward the front door. "It's not overly decorated - I like zero clutter - oriental rugs. I like well made things - art, furniture, music - girls."

Melissa giggled and took his hand. "Sure - as long as I get home by five."

"You have just over an hour," he said, opening the front door.