Page 62 of Tease Me

“And the other half?”

“Well, they’ll be bitchy with jealousy, of course.”

I laughed. Lolly had aninterestingoutlook on life.

“So,I’ve said this before, and I’llsay it again.You’re a single woman having a bit of fun. That’s it.”

“Yes, but what I did was risky.”

“So? What’s the worst that could’ve happened?”

“Headline news telling the whole world about my slutty indiscretion?”

“Wow, you’ve actually thought about this.”

“Of course.”

“Good. So you know that’s not going to happen. It would probably only be third-page news in thePics Peoplemagazine.”

I gasped, and she burst out laughing.

“I’m fucking with you, babe. Now stop this foolishness and be proud of what you’ve done. Okay?” She went silent. Lolita never did silent, and I let her stew as I mulled over my answer. It must have been torture for her, and I imagined her chewing on her knuckle to stop herself from speaking.

“Okay,” I finally said.

“Okay, what?” she replied.

“Okay, I’ll be proud of what I did.”

“That’s better. Cal and I are happy for you.”

“Thanks.”

“Anyway, I’ve gotta go.Timeto get my nails done. Loveya.”

“Love you, too.”

I put the phone on the bedside table and flopped back onto the pillow.

Was she right?

Did half the women in the world have ‘sex with a fireman in an elevator’ at the top of their bucket list? I never did.Actually,I didn’t have a bucket list, but even if I did, I would never have thought to put that on it.

I reached for my diary and turned to the 18th of August.

First, I wrote about my failure in room fourteen and how much that rejection had affected me. What hadactuallyhurt the most was how poorly I’d readhissigns. The sexy winemaker had been making signals at me all night. At least, I’d thought they were signals.

But I’d read him so wrong. Even after more than thirty sexual experiences, I still didn’t understand men.

I shook my head at that thought and turned my focus to the fireman and my mind-blowing orgasm. For the second time in one day, I’d been grateful for that silly slow elevator, although it didn’t need to be that slow because that orgasm had hit me like a rocket. I’ve seen men get erections in ten seconds flat, but I had no idea my libido could be aroused at lightning speed, too.

What had made it so exciting? Was it the fireman? Well. . . he was smoking hot. Especially when he looked at me in an ‘I’m going to devour you’kind ofway.

Was it the confinement of the elevator? Maybe.

Was it the chance of getting caught?

Oh God, please don’t let it be that.

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