[ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]
knew Adam was a lot deeper than he let on, it always surprised me when he let me see it. Just then
Tony and Roxanne made their way to our table.
Ms. Alden, I m huge fan, Roxanne gushed. Up close I could see she was probably in her mid to
late thirties, but her make-up was very skillfully applied, so you would never know it if you just
glanced at her. I noticed because she was staring at me intently. Actually, she was staring so intently it
was kind of making me uncomfortable. I tried to make conversation so I would feel less awkward.
Did you have a favorite book of mine?
Yes, she said breathlessly, looking excited. I liked your second book, Fire. The one where the
girl in her twenties is seduced by the older woman. She gave me a significant look. I had to wonder
& nah & she was a gangster s moll. The gangster in question was busy checking out one of the
waitresses.
Fire, huh? What a shocker, I muttered. I could mail you a signed copy of &
I have it at my place. Maybe you could come by sometime, she said in a husky voice and ran her
tongue over her lips suggestively. Uh huh. Alrighty then.
Well, uh, I don t know if that would be possible, but I could send you another one if you want to,
um, give me your address. I had no intention of stopping by, but I would send her a signed copy.
What the hell. No pun intended.
I hope you don t think I m being too forward, Roxanne said, placing her hands on the table and
leaning down closer to me. I just found the idea, intriguing. I ve never done anything like that myself
& before. I like your perfume, by the way.
Thanks, I said with a nervous smile.
It wasn t having a woman hit on me that was freaking me out, it was having a woman hit on me
while her Mafioso boyfriend stood two feet away looking oblivious. I wondered if he would see me
as a rival and I didn t want to wind up floating in the Delaware. For the first time all evening, motor
mouth beside me actually sat there silently. He was no dummy. Thankfully, Tony grabbed Roxanne s
arm and led her off and I breathed a sigh of relief.
I think you really do make Roxanne hot, Adam said with a smile when they left.
Don t be jealous. I won t be doing any research with her.
All of my fans were very sweet and lovely people, who complimented me kindly, making me all
warm and fuzzy. As is typical with society in general, though, there were a few odd birds in the nest.
Hi, I m Margie Peterman and I m your biggest fan, said the intense-looking young woman with a
picture of me on her T-shirt. Where in the hell did she get that? Seeing me looking, she offered up the
information. I had it made from your author picture on Goodreads. Do you like it? she asked,
sounding like she would throw herself into traffic if I said no.
Um, yeah. It s very nice, I said reassuringly.
I can quote every line of dialogue from every one of your books, Margie said excitedly.
That s really cool, I said with a smile. I m happy you liked them so much.
I ve read each one of them sixty-three times.
Really? Wow.
I sleep with them under my pillow.
I see.
Can I touch you?
Margie did eventually move on. Apparently, she was also a huge fan of Sebastian Romano. I
wondered if she had a picture of him on her underwear. As Margie left, a small smiling man stepped
up to my table.
I am Pavel. I saw your picture on Facebook and I fell in love with you instantly.
I m sorry Pavel, but she s already spoken for, Adam said, putting an arm around me.
I m very flattered Pavel, I broke in, but I m afraid I m not interested.
I see. Well, then, if you are in need of a top quality septic tank cleaning, I hope that you will
consider giving me a call. He handed me a card that said Pavel s Septic Services. Take the stank
out of your tank. Will you sign my bookmark?
Uh, sure. I smiled and signed his bookmark, which happened to be for another author s book, but
oh well. Pavel left. Do you see now why I have a pen name? I asked Adam. I heard Pavel tell the
writer at the next table the exact same thing, incidentally.
A few minutes later, we were all released to the main club area. We were given a special roped
off VIP section to sit in, but I had other ideas. I grabbed Adam s hand and led him off to the dance
floor.
We got out under the lights where the Latin beat of the Pitbull song I Know You Want Me was just
beginning. What perfect timing. Adam grabbed my hips and pulled me tightly against him. I put my
arms around his neck and followed his lead. I found that I was able to read his body easily. I could
sense how he was going to move the second he began, and I was right there with him. In these shoes I
was much closer to his height, and our bodies lined up nicely.
He really did know how to move his hips, and he definitely had rhythm. The heat of the lights, the
beat of the music, and the sensation of his hips pushing against mine, was intensely sexual. The lyrics
of the song captured my naughty mood, and I sang the chorus to him flirtatiously as we danced. I think
he liked it. He was looking at me like he wanted to rip my panties off with his teeth. As the song
ended and Rihanna started signing, Cockiness, appropriately enough, he leaned down and finally
kissed me.
It was sweet and gentle at first, the lightest brush of his lips on mine, and then a little more, like he
was waiting to see if I would push him away. Instead though, I completely surrendered, and melted
against him. He gave it more oomph and I opened my mouth to let him in. He immediately accepted
my invitation, and his tongue slid over mine and began to explore languidly. He tasted like warm, wet
cinnamon. It began as a slow and sensuous kiss, and built in intensity, as our tongues tangled together
and our lips became needier.
I quickly found myself getting highly aroused, my skin hyper-sensitized and a throbbing ache [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]
zanotowane.pl doc.pisz.pl pdf.pisz.pl szkicerysunki.xlx.pl
knew Adam was a lot deeper than he let on, it always surprised me when he let me see it. Just then
Tony and Roxanne made their way to our table.
Ms. Alden, I m huge fan, Roxanne gushed. Up close I could see she was probably in her mid to
late thirties, but her make-up was very skillfully applied, so you would never know it if you just
glanced at her. I noticed because she was staring at me intently. Actually, she was staring so intently it
was kind of making me uncomfortable. I tried to make conversation so I would feel less awkward.
Did you have a favorite book of mine?
Yes, she said breathlessly, looking excited. I liked your second book, Fire. The one where the
girl in her twenties is seduced by the older woman. She gave me a significant look. I had to wonder
& nah & she was a gangster s moll. The gangster in question was busy checking out one of the
waitresses.
Fire, huh? What a shocker, I muttered. I could mail you a signed copy of &
I have it at my place. Maybe you could come by sometime, she said in a husky voice and ran her
tongue over her lips suggestively. Uh huh. Alrighty then.
Well, uh, I don t know if that would be possible, but I could send you another one if you want to,
um, give me your address. I had no intention of stopping by, but I would send her a signed copy.
What the hell. No pun intended.
I hope you don t think I m being too forward, Roxanne said, placing her hands on the table and
leaning down closer to me. I just found the idea, intriguing. I ve never done anything like that myself
& before. I like your perfume, by the way.
Thanks, I said with a nervous smile.
It wasn t having a woman hit on me that was freaking me out, it was having a woman hit on me
while her Mafioso boyfriend stood two feet away looking oblivious. I wondered if he would see me
as a rival and I didn t want to wind up floating in the Delaware. For the first time all evening, motor
mouth beside me actually sat there silently. He was no dummy. Thankfully, Tony grabbed Roxanne s
arm and led her off and I breathed a sigh of relief.
I think you really do make Roxanne hot, Adam said with a smile when they left.
Don t be jealous. I won t be doing any research with her.
All of my fans were very sweet and lovely people, who complimented me kindly, making me all
warm and fuzzy. As is typical with society in general, though, there were a few odd birds in the nest.
Hi, I m Margie Peterman and I m your biggest fan, said the intense-looking young woman with a
picture of me on her T-shirt. Where in the hell did she get that? Seeing me looking, she offered up the
information. I had it made from your author picture on Goodreads. Do you like it? she asked,
sounding like she would throw herself into traffic if I said no.
Um, yeah. It s very nice, I said reassuringly.
I can quote every line of dialogue from every one of your books, Margie said excitedly.
That s really cool, I said with a smile. I m happy you liked them so much.
I ve read each one of them sixty-three times.
Really? Wow.
I sleep with them under my pillow.
I see.
Can I touch you?
Margie did eventually move on. Apparently, she was also a huge fan of Sebastian Romano. I
wondered if she had a picture of him on her underwear. As Margie left, a small smiling man stepped
up to my table.
I am Pavel. I saw your picture on Facebook and I fell in love with you instantly.
I m sorry Pavel, but she s already spoken for, Adam said, putting an arm around me.
I m very flattered Pavel, I broke in, but I m afraid I m not interested.
I see. Well, then, if you are in need of a top quality septic tank cleaning, I hope that you will
consider giving me a call. He handed me a card that said Pavel s Septic Services. Take the stank
out of your tank. Will you sign my bookmark?
Uh, sure. I smiled and signed his bookmark, which happened to be for another author s book, but
oh well. Pavel left. Do you see now why I have a pen name? I asked Adam. I heard Pavel tell the
writer at the next table the exact same thing, incidentally.
A few minutes later, we were all released to the main club area. We were given a special roped
off VIP section to sit in, but I had other ideas. I grabbed Adam s hand and led him off to the dance
floor.
We got out under the lights where the Latin beat of the Pitbull song I Know You Want Me was just
beginning. What perfect timing. Adam grabbed my hips and pulled me tightly against him. I put my
arms around his neck and followed his lead. I found that I was able to read his body easily. I could
sense how he was going to move the second he began, and I was right there with him. In these shoes I
was much closer to his height, and our bodies lined up nicely.
He really did know how to move his hips, and he definitely had rhythm. The heat of the lights, the
beat of the music, and the sensation of his hips pushing against mine, was intensely sexual. The lyrics
of the song captured my naughty mood, and I sang the chorus to him flirtatiously as we danced. I think
he liked it. He was looking at me like he wanted to rip my panties off with his teeth. As the song
ended and Rihanna started signing, Cockiness, appropriately enough, he leaned down and finally
kissed me.
It was sweet and gentle at first, the lightest brush of his lips on mine, and then a little more, like he
was waiting to see if I would push him away. Instead though, I completely surrendered, and melted
against him. He gave it more oomph and I opened my mouth to let him in. He immediately accepted
my invitation, and his tongue slid over mine and began to explore languidly. He tasted like warm, wet
cinnamon. It began as a slow and sensuous kiss, and built in intensity, as our tongues tangled together
and our lips became needier.
I quickly found myself getting highly aroused, my skin hyper-sensitized and a throbbing ache [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]