Page 17 of Sex Coach

Six

Michelle

T he phone was ringing.

That annoyed me because it interrupted one hell of a yummy dream .

In reality, my sex life sucked .

The ringing stopped, and I shoved my face under a pillow, happy to let my vivid imagination take over where the dream had left off .

He'd been wearing his mask .

I'd been naked .

He'd taken my hands ...

The phone started ringing all over again .

Grabbing it, I snarled, "Oh, for the love of all things chocolate, this better be important !"

"Oh, honey..." Aunt Blair barely managed to squeeze the words out between gales of laughter. "You must have been having one hell of a dream. Either that, or I interrupted...something ."

"I'm just tired." Face red hot with embarrassment, I sat up. I could still feel the echoes of that dream strumming inside me. It was going to kill me, this heat. This hunger .

"Too tired for some really lovely news?" she teased .

I knew my aunt. She'd called me about lovely news before – sometimes it was lovely. Other times, it had to do with a great new coffee shop. However, something about the tone in her voice made me think this had nothing to do with anything so mundane...this might actually be in that lovely news category .

"What's the news?" I asked softly, dragging my legs over the side of the bed and sitting up .

"The managing editor wants more articles – your piece was a hit and they want a series." She paused. "Isn't that wonderful ?"

"Yeah." I managed to smile as I pushed my hair out of my eyes. "Yeah, it is. I imagine Gina will be thrilled. I saw her posting online yesterday that she'd be able to get back to work in a limited capacity ."

"Oh, yes." Aunt Blair's voice changed...grew lower. "She will be, but darling...Jake King has insisted that you be the one handling the interviews, and the articles need to have something to do with him. It's the whole point ."

I gulped .

Lowering the phone, I stared at it as if it had just become a living, breathing snake. Then I jerked it back to my ear. "Are you telling me I have an assignment from Coterie ?"

"Yes." She laughed, sounding as delighted as I felt, although there was no way that was possible. Nobody could be as delighted as I felt. "You've got an assignment from Coterie , and you're interviewing the King of Multiple Orgasms again. Tell me something, sweetie...is he as yummy as Gina makes him sound ?"

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L ater,standing under the shower, I scrubbed my hair and pondered the question Aunt Blair asked .

Was Jake King yummy ?

It was funny, but I hadn't even known his last name until she mentioned it .

He hadn't offered it, and he'd simply signed his name as Jake in the email .

I hadn't identified him in the article – how could I? He'd explicitly said he needed confidentiality .

On the phone, I'd dodged around answering the question because I wasn't about to tell my aunt that I'd completed the interview without seeing his face. I'd also screwed the entire thing up, and if he hadn't emailed me, there would have been no article at all .

No way was I telling her that .

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