Page 45 of Tempt Me

“Thank you.” He tugged the sheet over himself. Benson was probably the first one of the men I’d been with to do that. Except for Batman, that is, but he’d used his cape. I nearly giggled at that mental image. All the other men seemed quite happy to show off their jewels. Maybe Benson was actually embarrassed by his bent member.

I stood and gathered my bits and pieces off the floor.

“Would you like a shower?”

I turned to him, curious about his comment. Then I remembered my lie about why I was there.

“Oh, no thanks. I’m sure my room will be ready now.”

I tugged on my dress, zipped it up, and slipped into my shoes.

“So, I guess I’ll see you downstairs.”

“I guess so.” I slung my bag over my shoulder.

He propped up on his elbow. “You know, you never did tell me your name.”

I pushed an annoying hair out of my eye. “It’s Memphis.”

He nodded as if he’d expected me to say that. “Well, Memphis, I have a feeling this is going to be the best conference ever.”

I laughed as I headed out his door.

Back in my room, I removed my abundant makeup and had a long, hot shower. I was completely exhausted by the time I sat on the side of my bed and reached for my diary. I turned to the 2nd of May and wroteMr. Benson Cooper – room 40, The Consummate Casanova.

I detailed at length his wonderful, curved cock and how it touched places inside me that no man had played with before. Benson sure did know how to use that oddity to his advantage—and mine, for that matter.

Once I’d finished writing, I placed the diary on my bedside table and rolled to my side. As I lay there listening to the waves crashing into the shore below, I imagined a hunky guy lying next to me. I’d be snuggled up to his side, feeling his warmth and listening to his heart as he trailed his fingers up and down my arm.

‘By the end of this year, you’ll find the man of your dreams.’ Lolita had said.

As I pictured all the men I’d had so far, and imagined the thirty-three men that were yet to be explored, I wondered what the man of my dreams would look like.

As those glorious images accompanied me to sleep, I welcomed the notion that maybe Lolita could be right.

Chapter Fourteen

I groaned at the sound of my alarm, turned to my bedside clock, and couldn’t believe I’d slept for four hours. It felt more like ten minutes. With reluctance, I dragged myself out of bed and tugged open the blinds.

It was an overcast day, and the dark clouds shimmered silver in the midday sun. Squinting against the glare, I opened the door and welcomed in the delicate sea breeze.

With images of Lolly yelling at me running through my mind should I be late, I dragged my body to the bathroom and had a quick shower. Refreshed but still in need of a few more hours of sleep, I went through the motions of blow-drying my long hair and messing about with it until I was satisfied. Instead of my usual ponytail, I clipped some of it back from my face, and the rest I let fall down my back.

I applied a touch of makeup to cover my freckles, darkened my eyelashes and dabbed on some Ralph perfume.

At my wardrobe, I scanned my clothes for the ideal outfit to wear to lunch at the marina.

It was an excruciating process, and in the end, I chose a simple sleeveless white dress that fell just above my knees. The delicate cut-out pattern on the upper chest and over my shoulders was an interesting feature, and I added a cute pair of pearl drop earrings that Aunty Ann had given to me one Christmas.

For a touch of color, I chose a mandarin-colored handbag and wasn’t surprised I had a pair of shoes to match. If I had an outfit to match every pair of shoes I owned, then I would never have a dilemma over what to wear.

I glanced at the clock.Twenty to twelve.Provided there was no traffic, I’d make it to the marina with minutes to spare. Clutching Calvin’s birthday present, I walked out my door to the elevator.

Needledick was hunched over the computer keyboard when I stepped from the elevator and into the lobby, and I deliberately maximized the distance between us.

He glanced up and actually waved. “Hey, Jane.”

“Hi, Mr. Karwatsky.”

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