"Sorry..." I can't hide my big smile. "You're just something else... are you always like this?" "Like what?" "Honest, funny, straightforward, and not shy at all?" She giggles. "I can be shy, but there is no point hiding that I'm attracted to you. Like, I know we couldn't possibly be together, but
Linda My brain isn't functioning. I'm supposed to be all sexy and ready for the taking. Instead, my mind goes on a trip when Mark's face is above me. He is just so beautiful. Large arms are planted on either side of me, and his blue-blue eyes focus solely on me. He looks so young and innocent, ev
Realizing I'm staring and making out with his nipples, I press the elevator button repeatedly. "I just think it's better this way. I shouldn't be sleeping with you, Mark." "Why not?" He is standing right behind me now. "It's just sex! No big deal, right? One night and goodbye." "Yeah... I don't th
Mark A week later "I can't believe it!" Jake laughs over the rim of his coffee cup, and there is no stopping his shit-eating grin from spreading. "She snuck out on you! You, the player, finally had a girl leave before sunlight!" I frown at my brother. We are at Espresso house during our lunch, an
"Plenty of famous people walk around in public without bodyguards, and no one recognizes me like this," I gesture at my outfit, grinning. "I'm perfectly unrecognizable. Besides, not everyone is a hockey fan... are you here alone?" I sure hope she is. I watch Linda's face and witness her lips quick
Linda When I said I doubted Mark would agree to getting half-naked and chopping up firewood, I had meant it as a joke. Like, who undresses when they chop wood for a stranger? It's perfectly normal to wear a t-shirt for that job, but Mark isn't wearing any. No. Mark is shirtless, tanned, and sweat
I'm about to argue with her, tell her that she shouldn't be checking out Mark since he is at least twenty years younger than her. But I'm silenced by the door opening and Mark coming inside. "I believe I was promised an iced coffee that never was delivered—where is the gratitude for my hard work o
Linda I don't know what to do. Mark and Helen are looking at me expectantly. They want me to answer the question: am I interested in Mark? And with each passing second that I don't say anything, I can feel my heart pounding faster. My skin is all sweaty, and I'm nervous. This is so unlike me. I'm