Sex in the Sanctuary
Chapter One
Mr. Snakeskin Boots
It squeezed her booty without apology. But that was only
part of the beauty of a St. John suit. The other was its flawless
design-its intricate stitching-its wrinkle-free fabric.
The way it hugged every inch of her curved, firm body. She
was a perfect St. John size six. Thirty-eight years and two
children later, a perfect St. John size six and she was proud
of it.
Vivian Elise Stanford Montgomery stepped back and briefly
inspected her image in the mirror. She moved to the dresser
and, pushing aside the two-carat diamond studs, decided on
the round ruby dangles with matching choker. The black onyx
jewel setting provided a fitting backdrop to the precious stones
and complemented the black piping around the jacket as if
they had been designed specifically for the occasion.
The ruby and the black and the herringbone all worked to
complement Vivian's unblemished, coffee-colored complexion.
Well, coffee with a wee bit of cream. She'd been pretty her
whole life, although she didn't always think so. It took Sistah
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