Satisfied no mysterious, dark stranger lurked in the shadows, she returned to her place on the settee.
“Never mind!” Paige thumped down beside her, moving the old book out of the way. “I don’t think so, what’s going on in your head?”
Cassandra leaned back, her head resting on the back of the settee. She took a deep breath. Where would she start? She’d been reading that book when there he stood, just inches from her. The man she’d been reading about came to life just like that. She could still feel the heat of his gaze. At least her imagination let her believe it was the man written about on the pages. Paige, with all her practicality, would never understand…let alone believe her.
“I just thought I saw someone I might have known, that’s all.”
“And you were so amazed by this that you hollered for me? Not a chance, friend. Spill it and spill it now.” Paige sat caressing the book Cassandra had been reading like it was a lover to be stroked.
Jealousy seethed through CJ like a tidal wave. She wanted that book and what was in it for herself. She’d not share it with Paige, friend or not.
“Yeah, I thought it was one of the losers I’d told you about.” CJ stood, walking away from Paige and the book, her mind scrambling for an explanation she didn’t really want to give. “You know, the kind that slams into you from behind, drains himself, pulls out, and then leaves you horny as hell,” she blurted out.
Now, I’ve got her attention…maybe this little diversion from the truth will work.
“You mean the one who kept yelling ‘oh baaaaabeeeee’?”
Giggling, she couldn’t help being amused by the dead on imitation, and it melted her stress. “Yep! That’s the one.” The book, I’ve got to get that book back. “I never thought I’d see him again, that’s for sure.” CJ locked her gaze on the book in Paige’s hand.
“If he shows up again, don’t wait until he’s out the door before you get me. I’ve got to see this guy for myself.” Paige dropped the book onto the coffee table without a thought. How could she treat an old book so thoughtlessly, when all Cassandra wanted to do was drink in the words?
“Yeah, you bet.” CJ slipped over to the settee, watching Paige return to her counting of the inventory in the backroom. I shouldn’t have lied to her, but how do you explain to someone, your best friend no less, that a hot man just vanished into thin air. Nope, telling the little white lie was much better. This sexy man she wanted to keep to herself for a little bit longer.
CJ pulled the book to her chest and prayed closing time would come quickly. She had a date with a certain master, and she didn’t want to keep him waiting.
“Night, CJ.”
“Night, Paige.”
Cassandra heard the door to Paige’s bedroom close. She didn’t think Paige would ever retire for the night. She kept yapping about the inventory and how they should stock more sexually oriented items. Or at least the things that she heard sold well, like body chocolate, candle sticks, edible panties, and lickable lotions…wait! Candlesticks? Why would any one…on second thought, Cassandra didn’t want to know.
Instead, she gathered up the book she’d been reading, locked the apartment door then turned out the lights. Since she lived in an old warehouse district now, there wasn’t any need for window coverings. With the moon bright and not a cloud in the sky, Cassandra had no problem finding her way across the Victorian furnished flat.
Once she stepped across the threshold and shut her own bedroom door, Cassandra stripped out of her clothing. Her body already responded to the aspect of reading more of the dusty old book of Victorian tales. She turned on the small bedside light and crawled into bed.
Flipping open the book to the page where she’d left off, Cassandra snuggled deep into the coverlet like a pussy ready for a nap in
“Never mind!” Paige thumped down beside her, moving the old book out of the way. “I don’t think so, what’s going on in your head?”
Cassandra leaned back, her head resting on the back of the settee. She took a deep breath. Where would she start? She’d been reading that book when there he stood, just inches from her. The man she’d been reading about came to life just like that. She could still feel the heat of his gaze. At least her imagination let her believe it was the man written about on the pages. Paige, with all her practicality, would never understand…let alone believe her.
“I just thought I saw someone I might have known, that’s all.”
“And you were so amazed by this that you hollered for me? Not a chance, friend. Spill it and spill it now.” Paige sat caressing the book Cassandra had been reading like it was a lover to be stroked.
Jealousy seethed through CJ like a tidal wave. She wanted that book and what was in it for herself. She’d not share it with Paige, friend or not.
“Yeah, I thought it was one of the losers I’d told you about.” CJ stood, walking away from Paige and the book, her mind scrambling for an explanation she didn’t really want to give. “You know, the kind that slams into you from behind, drains himself, pulls out, and then leaves you horny as hell,” she blurted out.
Now, I’ve got her attention…maybe this little diversion from the truth will work.
“You mean the one who kept yelling ‘oh baaaaabeeeee’?”
Giggling, she couldn’t help being amused by the dead on imitation, and it melted her stress. “Yep! That’s the one.” The book, I’ve got to get that book back. “I never thought I’d see him again, that’s for sure.” CJ locked her gaze on the book in Paige’s hand.
“If he shows up again, don’t wait until he’s out the door before you get me. I’ve got to see this guy for myself.” Paige dropped the book onto the coffee table without a thought. How could she treat an old book so thoughtlessly, when all Cassandra wanted to do was drink in the words?
“Yeah, you bet.” CJ slipped over to the settee, watching Paige return to her counting of the inventory in the backroom. I shouldn’t have lied to her, but how do you explain to someone, your best friend no less, that a hot man just vanished into thin air. Nope, telling the little white lie was much better. This sexy man she wanted to keep to herself for a little bit longer.
CJ pulled the book to her chest and prayed closing time would come quickly. She had a date with a certain master, and she didn’t want to keep him waiting.
“Night, CJ.”
“Night, Paige.”
Cassandra heard the door to Paige’s bedroom close. She didn’t think Paige would ever retire for the night. She kept yapping about the inventory and how they should stock more sexually oriented items. Or at least the things that she heard sold well, like body chocolate, candle sticks, edible panties, and lickable lotions…wait! Candlesticks? Why would any one…on second thought, Cassandra didn’t want to know.
Instead, she gathered up the book she’d been reading, locked the apartment door then turned out the lights. Since she lived in an old warehouse district now, there wasn’t any need for window coverings. With the moon bright and not a cloud in the sky, Cassandra had no problem finding her way across the Victorian furnished flat.
Once she stepped across the threshold and shut her own bedroom door, Cassandra stripped out of her clothing. Her body already responded to the aspect of reading more of the dusty old book of Victorian tales. She turned on the small bedside light and crawled into bed.
Flipping open the book to the page where she’d left off, Cassandra snuggled deep into the coverlet like a pussy ready for a nap in
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