Aphrodite's Stand Page 37
by Sandra Scott
Jayson froze as if he were a Greek sculpture from ancient days of old. Only his head and eyes moved; they followed her as she rounded his motionless form. Andra threw a saucy glance over her shoulder and disappeared inside the dark bedroom.
Only after the darkness swallowed her did he awaken from his lust-filled stupor to eagerly follow his goddess into the night.