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Her sashaying hips were a welcome distraction. Well-fed and muscular, unlike the stick-figure models he’d dated. Her hips were made for riding horses…and other saddles. The swaying buttocks he’d glued his gaze on stopped halfway up the stairs and Andre almost collided with her, getting a much stronger waft of her sweet perfume. Fresh, not at all flowery like the other women doused themselves with.
“Your bags?” the woman asked.
“Aren’t you going to bring your bags?”
“Yes, bags.” Gemma sighed, irritation in every syllable. “This is a step. That’s a wall. Any other preschool lessons today?”
If she weren’t so condescending, he would have laughed. She had no idea to whom she spoke. Yet he found the way a dimple formed at her cheek when she was annoyed…entertaining.
“I’ll grab them later.”
The dimple grew more defined as she stared at him. “I’ll wait.”
Andre cocked his head. This woman didn’t bluff well.
Gemma huffed. “Meaning, I refuse to walk you to your room again, just so you can ogle my ass twice. Grab your damn bags.”
Now he laughed. Which Gemma clearly didn’t expect as she balled her fists at her sides. “Second door on the right, City Boy. Escort yourself.”