Page 15 of Sex Coach

Five

Jake

T he latest issueof Coterie lay open on the basic wooden coffee table in the middle of my living room, turned to the first page of the interview .

Michelle was one hell of a writer .

Those were my words she'd taken and used, but she had made them her own. I knew all about what she'd written, because I'd told it to her .

So why the hell did I still have a fucking hard-on ten minutes after reading it ?

Maybe it was because something about her words had made me think that when she'd been writing it, she had been as filled with erotic anticipation as I was now .

Most of my clients were jaded about sex, even the ones who ended up with me because they'd lost interest in the act and expected me to change that .

A few of them, like Alicia, had healthy sexual appetites, and for one reason or another, it was just easier to have an arrangement with me rather than pursue some other, normal relationship with a regular, average nice guy .

Normal.

Nice.

Maybe that was the problem .

Michelle seemed like she was just the girl next door...normal, sweet, nice...she blushed when I pushed her about intimacy, but she pushed back if I went too hard .

It was different from what I was used to and that was enough to drive me a little crazy. It was also enough to make me think about her too often during the day .

Three times, I'd sat down to email her, the words I'd used already laid out in my mind .

I'd ask if I'd proven to be helpful .

If there was anything more she'd like to know .

Maybe we could meet for coffee, and I could answer some of the questions I'd left open the first time we met .

I knew how to catch a woman's interest, and Michelle's weakness was her curiosity. But still, my fingers lingered over the keyboard, unsure .

My cellphone rang, and when I checked the display, my heart skipped a beat. The caller ID read COT UNLTD .

Coterie.

Gina and I had spoken several times from a phone that belonged to the magazine. Maybe this was Michelle .

Still, I didn't answer on the first, or even immediately on the second tone. Sure, I was desperate to hear her voice, but I didn't need to let her know that .

"Hello?"

"Heya, gorgeous," a familiar, sexy voice said .

The voice was notMichelle's .

"Gina. Hi. I heard you were in an accident," I said, trying not to let my disappointment show in my voice. It was second nature to hide that sort of thing though. Most of my life had been filled with disappointment .

"I was. Tell you what, if it wasn't for sexy male nurses..." She ended with a lusty sigh that wasn't too different from how she sounded when she asked me if I really fucked women for a living. "They made the Nurse Ratchet I had to deal with at night a little more tolerable. But you don't want to hear about all of that. I wanted to talk to you about the article ."

"The one Michelle wrote ."

"Yes. She did fantastic . I was all but fanning myself when I was done, and since I've got one arm in a cast, my other hand was getting tired." She laughed impishly .

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