<strong>Sam Markham - Day 2 </strong><br/><br/>Sam chuckled lustfully at her reaction to his touching her skin.  He liked how she tasted too, which was more about the kiss of her hand than it had been about wooing her.  Though he liked the idea of wooing her.  That had some appeal for him.  He sipped at his beer as Irene took care of his horse for him.<br/><br/>He looked up at just the perfect moment and saw her standing in the doorway wearing only her chemise.  That in it’s self  was enough wake up his lust.  But as Irene stood in profile to him, backlit by the bright sun the shadowy silhouette of her feminine form had him gaping at her with a hot wave of desire waking up parts of him that hadn’t been so warm in a very, very long time.<br/><br/>As Irene disappeared to tend to his horse Sam finished off the rest of his beer.  By the time she returned ha had gathered his bags and rifle and was waiting at the bottom of the stairs.  With a sly look and a lecherous grin he gave her an appreciative once over.<br/><br/>“Thanks for taking care of Diablo...I could have set him up out there you didn’t need do it yourself,” he glanced down at her dust covered feet and naked trim legs.  “You feet got all dusty.  Will it cost extra if I wash them for you?  I know...I know... no haggling until we get to your room...sooo...Miss Irene...you better lead the way.”<br/><br/>He had a feeling he was going enjoy every moment with her as he looked up the stairs.<br/><br/>-----> going up to Irene's room