relieved.
“You sound disappointed.”
“Just taken aback, thought maybe you dressed like this all the time.”
She waved her hand at him and leaned back laughing. He watched, amazed the cup of coffee didn’t splash over the sides.
“Now I know you’re disappointed. Sorry, I more often than not spend my day working in jammies.”
“Me too.” It was true.
“Do you want to talk a little or just get right to the sex?”
“Sex, please.” Jake mentally smacked himself. He said the first thing that popped into his mouth. He was sure Lexi considered him an idiot.
Yummy hummed in Lexi’s head when she saw Jake Stone sitting in a lounge chair watching the Starving Artist entrance. The look of eagerness as striking women entered the store, walked passed his table and followed by frustration was comical. She’d planned to approach from behind when Mrs. Tiedemann spotted her and waved. When Jake waved back, she realized he thought Mrs. Tiedemann was Lexi Andrews. Mrs. Tiedemann was the owner of Whimsy’s, a local lingerie store where an erotic book club meant once a month.
Lexi fixed her eyes in appreciation as blond hair reminding her of a surfer fell around his face. Jake’s intense features hinted at certain sensuality though he appeared appalled by what he’d said.
“That’s okay, Jake, can I call you Jake?”
He nodded.
“We all like a little sex from time to time.” Lexi giggled as Jake’s dark brown eyes looked somewhat glazed.
“I meant the book.” He faltered.
“So did I. Whatever did you think I meant, Jake?”
He shifted in his chair before speaking, “You’re not what I expected.”
“You expected Mrs. Tiedemann.”
“Who?”
“The woman you waved at. I bet you thought I’d be tedious; I’m sure you pictured a librarian or even a hermit. Are you a hermit, Jake?”
“Of course not.”
She’d bet money he was. He looked uncomfortable, “She owns a lingerie store.”
“Who?”
“Mrs. Tiedemann.”
“What does she have to do with anything?”
“Nothing. Just wanted to point out that you shouldn’t judge a book by its appearance.”
“That’s what people do in our business, Miss Andrews.” He smiled. It melted Lexi to her toes and sent a flush of heat to her loins.
“Touché,” It was a shame this needed to stay professional. Lexi wanted to evaluate Jake on a few things. “Speaking of business, did you bring your manuscript?”
“Damn. I knew I forgot something.”
“Well, that’s okay. We can just talk about what you want to work in and how.” Lexi settled back into her chair, wrapping both hands around her cup of java.
“I’d like you to look at it. I tried penning some stuff. I’m just not sure where to go with it. I can run home and get it.”
“No. That’s not necessary I don’t want you to drive all the way home.”
“I walked over, it’s not far.”
“Oh? Well I’ll walk with you, and then I don’t have to wait.” A chance to see where Jake Stone lived, breathed and slept was a real opportunity to get a feel for the man. Maybe even feel the man. Calm down girl, he hasn’t agreed to anything, yet.
He seemed to consider her words. “Um okay.”
Lexi downed her cup of coffee and stood up. “Let’s go.”
The walk over to Jake’s apartment was brief. Lexi slowed down a bit to get a look at his behind when he strode out in front of her. Damn, Jake was a fine looking specimen, broad shoulders, well-toned arms and a great ass to boot. Yummy. When Jake ushered her into his apartment, she’d expected something sterile, like most bachelor pads. Instead, café-au-lait walls and dark mission style furniture greeted her.
“Wow.”
“Like it?”
“And stunned.”
“Judging a book by its cover Miss Andrews?”
“Call me Lexi and not you in particular, but the general category you fall into.”
“You’ll excuse me if that made no sense at all.”
“I meant your sex.” Lexi looked down the hall wondering what his
“You sound disappointed.”
“Just taken aback, thought maybe you dressed like this all the time.”
She waved her hand at him and leaned back laughing. He watched, amazed the cup of coffee didn’t splash over the sides.
“Now I know you’re disappointed. Sorry, I more often than not spend my day working in jammies.”
“Me too.” It was true.
“Do you want to talk a little or just get right to the sex?”
“Sex, please.” Jake mentally smacked himself. He said the first thing that popped into his mouth. He was sure Lexi considered him an idiot.
Yummy hummed in Lexi’s head when she saw Jake Stone sitting in a lounge chair watching the Starving Artist entrance. The look of eagerness as striking women entered the store, walked passed his table and followed by frustration was comical. She’d planned to approach from behind when Mrs. Tiedemann spotted her and waved. When Jake waved back, she realized he thought Mrs. Tiedemann was Lexi Andrews. Mrs. Tiedemann was the owner of Whimsy’s, a local lingerie store where an erotic book club meant once a month.
Lexi fixed her eyes in appreciation as blond hair reminding her of a surfer fell around his face. Jake’s intense features hinted at certain sensuality though he appeared appalled by what he’d said.
“That’s okay, Jake, can I call you Jake?”
He nodded.
“We all like a little sex from time to time.” Lexi giggled as Jake’s dark brown eyes looked somewhat glazed.
“I meant the book.” He faltered.
“So did I. Whatever did you think I meant, Jake?”
He shifted in his chair before speaking, “You’re not what I expected.”
“You expected Mrs. Tiedemann.”
“Who?”
“The woman you waved at. I bet you thought I’d be tedious; I’m sure you pictured a librarian or even a hermit. Are you a hermit, Jake?”
“Of course not.”
She’d bet money he was. He looked uncomfortable, “She owns a lingerie store.”
“Who?”
“Mrs. Tiedemann.”
“What does she have to do with anything?”
“Nothing. Just wanted to point out that you shouldn’t judge a book by its appearance.”
“That’s what people do in our business, Miss Andrews.” He smiled. It melted Lexi to her toes and sent a flush of heat to her loins.
“Touché,” It was a shame this needed to stay professional. Lexi wanted to evaluate Jake on a few things. “Speaking of business, did you bring your manuscript?”
“Damn. I knew I forgot something.”
“Well, that’s okay. We can just talk about what you want to work in and how.” Lexi settled back into her chair, wrapping both hands around her cup of java.
“I’d like you to look at it. I tried penning some stuff. I’m just not sure where to go with it. I can run home and get it.”
“No. That’s not necessary I don’t want you to drive all the way home.”
“I walked over, it’s not far.”
“Oh? Well I’ll walk with you, and then I don’t have to wait.” A chance to see where Jake Stone lived, breathed and slept was a real opportunity to get a feel for the man. Maybe even feel the man. Calm down girl, he hasn’t agreed to anything, yet.
He seemed to consider her words. “Um okay.”
Lexi downed her cup of coffee and stood up. “Let’s go.”
The walk over to Jake’s apartment was brief. Lexi slowed down a bit to get a look at his behind when he strode out in front of her. Damn, Jake was a fine looking specimen, broad shoulders, well-toned arms and a great ass to boot. Yummy. When Jake ushered her into his apartment, she’d expected something sterile, like most bachelor pads. Instead, café-au-lait walls and dark mission style furniture greeted her.
“Wow.”
“Like it?”
“And stunned.”
“Judging a book by its cover Miss Andrews?”
“Call me Lexi and not you in particular, but the general category you fall into.”
“You’ll excuse me if that made no sense at all.”
“I meant your sex.” Lexi looked down the hall wondering what his
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