I’ll leave the visuals to your imagination, Bram, but I WILL tell you their texture. Think soft and satiny from top to bottom, with a hint of roughness around the frilly edges. Perfect for a summer’s evening and, when uncovered, will prove more unusual than what is expected… Bram couldn’t resist reading Shannon’s latest message one more time. He laughed and logged off his e-mail for the night before getting ready for bed. Hmm, bed. Alone. But he was in Brussels on business and she was in Wisconsin preparing for the upcoming Memorial Day weekend at the inn. And writing, by his account, the sexiest descriptions of cupcakes ever composed online. Yes, professionally made and creatively frosted, using the smoothest fondant and the most artful designs for her guests. Delicate red-white-and-blue cupcakes… Not satin panties. Not sheer lingerie. Not silky bed sheets. Oh, how that woman delighted in tormenting him. They’d played this game for weeks now, starting after Easter with her first phone call from the Astaire Suite.
