Page 106 of The Life of Anna-Tenth Anniversary Edition: Act 1

“Anna! I’m so glad you called. I was getting worried.”

Anna smiled, remembering how enthusiastic Jenna was about... well, everything. “It’s barely noon.”

“Yeah, but we were supposed to have lunch. I’m starving.”

“Sorry. I had to take care of some stuff this morning.”

“Like what?”

“Nothing super important. But I’m done now.” She didn’t want to talk about what had happened at Jack’s house.

“Ooo-kay. Well, I’m at the studio picking up something. Do you want me to pick you up? You don’t have a car, do you?”

A smile played at Anna’s lips, thinking of the cute little car downstairs. “Actually, I do have a car.”

“Then do you want to meet me at my house? I’ll be leaving here in a few minutes.”

Anna smiled. “Sure. Can you text me your address? I don’t know if I remember where you live.”

Ten minutes later, Anna’s heart pounded in her chest as she drove through the streets of San Francisco toward Jenna’s house. Not only because she was driving a brand-new car and was very intimidated by everyone else on the streets, but because of where she was going.

She parked in front of the three-story, dark blue townhouse nearly lost in her memories. Jenna’s dad, Luke, had been a frequent visitor to Jack’s house, and she’d been intimate with him almost as long as she’d been intimate with Jack. She was fond of him. He’d played cruel when Jack had demanded it, but had never hurt her just for the fun of it, like Jack’s other friends.

She knocked on the door and stepped back, remembering Jenna peeking through the white lace side-window curtains when Anna had visited as a child. The curtains were the same, but Jenna’s face would certainly not be. No one answered right away, and she double checked the house number to make sure she was at the right place.

The door finally opened. “Anna?” Luke stood in the doorway, his eyebrows raised.

“Hello...” She bit her lip. For the past four years, any time she saw Luke, it was to have sex. Now she was here to see Jenna.

He grinned. “Jenna told me you were coming over. I hardly recognized you.”

“I just saw you a couple of weeks ago.”

“Yeah, but you look . . . different.”

His gaze swept over her, and her mind and body automatically shifted into training mode, adjusting her stance and giving him a seductive smile.

He stepped back and motioned inside. “You look like a normal young woman.”

Anna walked inside. “Is that bad?”

He shook his head and closed the door. “Not at all.” He stepped toward her and took her hand, pulling her close. “I like it.”

“Is Jenna home?” she whispered as he pressed his body to hers, sliding his hands down her back and onto her ass. An unfamiliar fear of getting caught by her best friend warred against her training to take care of him, and she did her best to push the fear aside.

“No, not yet.” He kissed her neck. “You smell good.”

He kissed her mouth and she wrapped her arms around his neck, her training finally overcoming her fear. He slanted his mouth against hers and his tongue slipped between her lips. His hands cupped her ass and he pressed his hips against her. She moaned softly into his mouth as his tongue stroked hers.

She clung to him as they kissed and he pushed her backward until she hit the wall. He ground his hips into hers and slid his hands up her waist and ribs under her shirt. He cupped her breasts, kneading them over her bra. She sighed as he trailed his lips down her neck.

Suddenly he pulled away, and she frowned in confusion. He grinned, pulled his phone out of his pocket, and tapped the screen. “Jenna... Hey, baby, would you mind stopping and getting some milk on the way home? No, she’s not here yet...” Luke grinned mischievously at Anna. “Okay... I will... love you, too.”

Her eyes widened as he hung up. “We have a few extra minutes alone.” He pulled her into his office across the hallway. “Oh, God, Anna...” He kissed her hard as he walked her backward. “I’ve always wanted to fuck you on my desk.”

She smiled against his mouth as he lifted her onto his desk. He pushed her back, lifted her shirt, and pulled down the cups of her bra, then frowned.

“What’s wrong?” He’d never frowned at her before. She knew he delighted in her body.

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