“Corny, huh? Our agent put it in the gift basket. He may be a good agent, but he’s a total dork.”
“He probably means well,” I say, taking the cup from him. I expect him to sit opposite me, but he settles down right beside me on the couch. There are a dozen more seats he could have picked, and next to me is a little too close for comfort.
“It’s going to get cold, so drink up,” he says in his husky voice. It causes me to quiver. I sure hope he thinks I’m still a little cold. “Would you like a blanket?”
I shake my head. I can’t speak because a vision of him and me naked under a blanket comes to mind. My mind has turned into a guy’s these last few months. I’ve never thought this much about sex in my whole life.
“If you change your mind, let me know.” His thigh is so close to mine, I start to sweat, or “glow” as grandmother says. Nope, it’s sweat.
I take a long drink from my mug. OMG, it’s like nirvana. The flavor pops in my mouth, and I moan at the mouthwatering flavor that travels past my taste buds and down my throat.
“It’s an orgasmic experience. I knew you’d love it.”
I turn to look at Drew, who has a satisfied smile on his face as he takes a long drink. Orgasmic? I wouldn’t know about that. Finding someone to actually give me an orgasm is the hard part. The closest I’ve come is the encounter with Colin, but he seems to have lost interest, or maybe he just wanted to see if I was worth the effort. I guess I wasn’t.
See? I’m right about pretty boys. It’s all about them.
“You seem preoccupied. Is something up?” Drew’s voice interrupts me.
“Mmm, I was thinking that this is the best cup of hot chocolate I’ve ever had, and I want to know where your agent found it.” There you go, Dora. That sounded normal, not like you’ve been thinking about hot orgasms.
“Did I hear ‘hot chocolate’?”
Relief flows through me at Jeff’s voice. I jump up and move away from the hot package beside me, handing Jeff my mug.
“Take a drink and tell me what you think.”
“No need to share, Dora. I’m off to make him one.” Drew rises from his seat and brushes past me on his way to the kitchen. Yep, there go those hot flashes again.
“Here take mine. I need a shower stat.” I practically throw the mug at Jeff.
“Cold shower?”
“Shut up, and wipe that silly grin off your face. Some days I almost hate men, gay or straight.” I stomp off—yes, juvenile, but I feel like throwing a fit. Damn sonofabitch hormones.
All the good work the hot chocolate did is wiped out by the cool shower. I say “cool” because I don’t want Jeff to be right about the cold shower.
Jeff walks into the room an hour later, looking like a cat that just swallowed a canary.
“Can’t believe you bailed on me. It’s so dangerous leaving such a delicious morsel alone with me.” He makes himself comfortable on my bed, propping himself up on one of my overstuffed pillows.
“Oh, don’t flatter yourself. He’s so not into you. He’s so straight it’s sickening. Have you seen the thousands of women he’s scored with? He’s been in so many magazine tabloids and on all those sleazy celebrity news shows. I bet he’s even lost count of how many women he’s had.”
Why am I so angry?
“I think you’re wrong. I think it’s the women who have scored. Being seen with the great Drew would boost anyone’s status. I find it hard to believe he’s slept with every woman he’s been seen with. He’s just doesn’t seem like that kind of guy.”
“How would you know? Have you interviewed all of them?”
“Why so much interest? Could he possibly be on your radar? Could he be the one who cures your lack of penis problem? Your one-night stand perhaps?” I want to wipe the smirk off his face, but he moves quickly and pulls me down onto the bed with him.
“You love me, I know you do. Why would it be so hard for you to give him a chance?”
“Because I want a one-night stand with a stranger or a long-term relationship with someone who will give me great sex, love, and not cheat on me. And Drew is definitely not either of those people to me. I don’t want a pretty man. I want a normal-looking man who won’t cause women to trip over their own feet when they see him. I’m such a failure.” I bury my head in my hands, shaking my head.
“I believe he has a thing for you, and you know I’m usually right about this stuff.”
“Oh, please. Me? Short, little, red-haired, plain old me? Give me a break. According to Henry, I’m supposed to help Drew, not hump him. I help, that’s what I do. That’s why I’m becoming a therapist, isn’t it?”
“There are plenty of ways to help someone, and dating him could be what he needs help with.”
“Sometimes I think you’re on drugs with the words that come out of your mouth. Why don’t you go put in Bridget Jones’s Diary so I can see someone having problems like me, even if she’s only a fictional character?”
“Okay, but in the end, she gets her man. You know that always pisses you off.” He pulls my hair back from my face and smacks a kiss on my cheek.
“I hate being so predictable.” I throw a pillow at his retreating back and then snuggle up with another one, waiting for the movie to start.
“I love you, Dora. Please love me back.”
Colin’s pleading eyes break me down and I throw my arms around him. I can’t believe he loves me. He moves down on the bed with my body wrapped up in his as our lips meet in a passionate embrace. His tongue slowly pries open my lips and moves in to mate with mine. I caress his shoulders, and I’m frustrated because I long to feel his naked skin. I move my hands in between us, unbuttoning his shirt until my fingertips graze his solid, smooth chest. His kiss deepens, and I move so he’s flush against me and I can feel every delicious inch of him. It’s hard, all of it.
He moves ever-so-slightly, and without breaking our kiss, he removes his shirt. I watch as his muscles flex when he pushes himself up, and I suddenly feel abandoned by the lack of his warm lips upon mine. I soon forget the loss as he moves to the side and reciprocates by unbuttoning me while our mouths lock once more. He slides down my zipper, exposing the hot pink panties underneath. I lift my hips so he can peel my pants down my legs, touching every inch of my exposed flesh as he goes. I bite my lip as he circles my navel, and then he leans down to replace his finger with his tongue. I rise off the bed as tendrils of fiery heat shoot throughout me. I move my restless legs as his fingers inch their way to the top of my hips and skim over my silky underwear, missing the spot I want him to touch, caress, or anything else he can think of. He moves to the end of the bed and stands up, keeping his smoldering eyes glued to mine. He unbuttons his jeans and pushes them down along with his underwear. I close my eyes as I feel the heat building up in me. I open them as he climbs back onto the bed, and I look up.
It’s not Colin, it’s Drew. I would recognize that penis anywhere.
My eyes meet his, and my heart begins to pound so hard I feel like my chest won’t be able to contain it. The last thing I see is his wicked smile as he moves up the bed to hover over me.
“Dora. Honey, wakey, wakey.”
“What? Oh, Jeff, it’s you.”
“Who else would it be? So, what you were dreaming about? You did a lot of moving and moaning. It’s like the other time—”
“Shush, shut it, quiet, and don’t speak.”
I throw off the cover and enter the bathroom, shutting the door behind me. The mirror shows a flushed face, one that looks like she’s been thoroughly caught up in a sex dream. Except there wasn’t any sex. At least I could have dreamed that. And what the hell? Again it starts out with Colin and when the deed is about to happen, it turns to Drew and his winking penis.