6
Midori rolled over on the bed after the door closed. From the brief encounter, Guy Rumpel’s scent saturated the pillow. Or maybe it had smelled this way for years and his presence tonight added a fresh layer.
His natural smell was that of essential oils. It reminded her of bay leaves, warm and meaty, sweet and spicy. Having spent so much time around chemical-based perfume fragrances, she appreciated the smell of the earthy, oil scent. She inhaled deeply, her tongue rubbing against her inner lip asking to be let out for a taste.
Midori clamped her mouth shut.
She hadn’t had a reaction like this to a man in... God, she couldn’t remember the last time. What was it about this guy? He had the dark Mediterranean looks of his cousin Manny, but with darker eyes and lighter skin. Those dark,
