Page 2 of Sex Coach

"Both?" I offered. Realizing I was going to be on the phone for several minutes at least, I pushed back from my desk and got up to go get some coffee. Coffee made everything better .

That was just a fact of life .

And when you found the coffee pot empty that just made life worse. Groaning, I rinsed out the damn pot and started a fresh batch while Aunt Blair rightly guessed, "Are you out of coffee already ?"

"I'm starting to think you have cameras planted in my office ."

"No, I just know you. Tell me something, love, are you ever going to wake up in a good mood because you've had fantastic sex all night ?"

Ifonly .

"Sure," I quipped, keeping my voice light to hide the wistfulness inside me. "Who did you have in mind ?"

"I can't help you figure that out, sweetheart." There was something in her voice, though, that made me think I wasn't fooling her. She didn't push. One more reason I loved her above all other aunts, uncles, and cousins. "So, listen, sweetie...I've got some news ."

"Do you?" Interest twitched inside me. When Aunt Blair usually called this early in the morning with news , it was because she had work for me. Especially when she started off the conversation like that .

I thought about everything I had on my plate and decided most of it could be done fast enough and none of it was important enough that I couldn't work my aunt in. Especially if it had to do with Coterie .

"Oh, yes," she said, heaving out a sigh that was torn between fervent and beleaguered. "I'm in a bind, sweetheart, and you're a bit inexperienced, but seriously, you're one of the best writers I know and that's what I need. If you do a good job on this, which I'm sure you will, this could be a big break for you ."

I held my breath as she paused, knowing better than to ask a question or interrupt .

"It was an article that Gina Goddard was going to write. She pitched it to me months ago and we've got the space, everything all lined up. We've already pitched it to our reader base. They're expecting it, but Gina was in a wreck. We're so fucked. Gina can't write for the next month, minimum ."

At first, all I heard was...Gina Goddard .

Gina was like my guru. I read all of her pieces. I scoured the internet looking for her older articles, and I studied her interview techniques. She'd been in a wreck ?

My heart fluttered. "Oh my goodness, is she okay ?"

"She will be." Aunt Blair gave another strained sigh. "I don't know why she insists on driving that insane little car of hers ."

"Aunt Blair...it's a Porsche. And more, it's a rather unique one. They only produced ten of that particular model the year it was made." Rolling my eyes, I fought the urge to tell her how car-illiterate she was. I was car illiterate, but I looked like an A student next to her .

"And she should have left that Porsche sitting in the garage next to her apartment," Aunt Blair replied. "Somebody hit on her Fifth and the car folded around her like a candy shell. She's now in the hospital with a broken leg, a punctured lung, and she's battered and bruised to Kingdom Come ."

Aunt Blair's voice was taut with worry, and I immediately felt bad .

"I'm sure she's going to be okay, Aunt Blair. Gina is tough ."

Toughbarely described Gina .

The woman was beyond tough. She was also a dedicated reporter and freelance writer. The thought that my aunt was trusting me enough to write a piece that had been meant for Gina was more than just a compliment. To be honest, it was slightly unnerving .

And if I thought about it for too long, I'd get too nervous and too panicky .

"What's the piece?" I asked, determined to get my nerves settled .

"Well, in line with our earlier topic of discussion..." Aunt Blair laughed lustily. "It's all about how to have multiple orgasms, sweetheart. This oughta be enlightening for you ."

The only thing I really heard was multiple orgasms .

"So, are you interested ?"

The greedy, determined writer in me said "Yes, " before the common sense part of me could even figure out a response .

It was probably a good thing .

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