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Authors: Lori Wilde
Tags: Fiction, General, Erótica, Romance, Contemporary, Love Stories, alaska, Category, Bachelors of Bear Creek, Masquerades, Bachelors - Alaska
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you? I totally realize that. Why do you think I got this new haircut and bought new outfits? Believe me, this thing with Don Juan was nothing but a fling.”
“Don Juan? Oh, please tell me you’re kidding.”
“Settle down. Don Juan’s not his real name and, besides, I’m never going to see him again.”
“You? A one-night stand?” Wendy shook her head, incredulous. “Not that there’s anything wrong with a good, lusty romp in the hay once in a while, but I just never thought you of all people…”
“Not only that,” Meggie whispered. “I don’t even know his real name.”
“What?”
Leaving out the most intimate details, Meggie told Wendy about Don Juan, the costume party and the cabin in the woods.
“From what you describe it sounds like there was a whole lot of sexual chemistry going on,” Wendy said when Meggie had finished. “That kind of passion can be hard to ignore, particularly with a guy who has obviously made you feel special. I have been there and I’ve been burned. Be careful, sweetie. I’d hate to see you get hurt.”
“Don’t worry. He doesn’t know my name, either. We were two ships passing in the night.”
“Well,” Wendy said, linking her arm through Meggie’s and continuing down the street to where they’d parked the car, “maybe you’re right. Maybe this was exactly what you needed. I certainly approve of the changes in you.”
“Honestly, I swear, it’s just what the doctor ordered. I’ve never felt so free. It’s like I’ve unearthed this confidence in myself I didn’t even know I had.”
“And you promise you’re never going to see this guy again?”
“I promise.” Meggie held up two fingers. “Girl Scouts’ honor.”
“That’s good. As long as you’re not tempted to jump into a relationship with a man you don’t know just because the sex is stupendous.”
“Absolutely not.”
“Then congratulations on stretching the limits of your imagination.”
“Thank you,” Meggie said, but a nagging little voice reminded her that she wasn’t being completely honest with her friend. She had given Don Juan her telephone number.
But what were the chances of him even remembering her number? And if he did remember it, what were the odds of him calling her or ever coming to Seattle to see her?
Very slim to none. She was safe with her lusty memories. She didn’t have to worry about falling hard for some stranger in a black leather mask. All Meggie cared about was exploring her newfound sense of adventure in whatever form it might take. New hairstyle, new clothes, new experiences.
And speaking of new experiences…
She stopped in front of the dance studio sandwiched between La Chic Freak and En Avant! Through the window she spied a group of costumed belly dancers executing a series of mesmerizing gyrations.
For the longest time she had hankered to take belly dancing lessons, but because Jesse had called her an awkward klutz the time she had tried to do a striptease for him, Meggie had felt too self-conscious about her body to give belly dancing a go.
Well, phooey on her ex and his stupid opinions. Thanks to Don Juan she was more than eager to rip the envelope of adventure wide open.
Purposefully, she pushed through the door of the dance studio.
“Hey,” Wendy said. “Where you are going?”
Meggie glanced over her shoulder at her friend and grinned. “To stretch the limits of my imagination.”
“MAY I SPEAK TO YOU in my office?” Meggie’s boss, Jenny Arbenoit, asked three weeks after her shopping spree with Wendy.
“Sure,” Meggie said, wondering what was up.
She didn’t think she’d made any mistakes lately, but perhaps she had gone overboard with her newfound confidence. Recently, she had stopped kowtowing to the doctors’ every whim, and she’d also started making more decisions based on her own assessments without asking for corroboration from her colleagues as she once had. A sinking sensation settled in her stomach.
It was
“Don Juan? Oh, please tell me you’re kidding.”
“Settle down. Don Juan’s not his real name and, besides, I’m never going to see him again.”
“You? A one-night stand?” Wendy shook her head, incredulous. “Not that there’s anything wrong with a good, lusty romp in the hay once in a while, but I just never thought you of all people…”
“Not only that,” Meggie whispered. “I don’t even know his real name.”
“What?”
Leaving out the most intimate details, Meggie told Wendy about Don Juan, the costume party and the cabin in the woods.
“From what you describe it sounds like there was a whole lot of sexual chemistry going on,” Wendy said when Meggie had finished. “That kind of passion can be hard to ignore, particularly with a guy who has obviously made you feel special. I have been there and I’ve been burned. Be careful, sweetie. I’d hate to see you get hurt.”
“Don’t worry. He doesn’t know my name, either. We were two ships passing in the night.”
“Well,” Wendy said, linking her arm through Meggie’s and continuing down the street to where they’d parked the car, “maybe you’re right. Maybe this was exactly what you needed. I certainly approve of the changes in you.”
“Honestly, I swear, it’s just what the doctor ordered. I’ve never felt so free. It’s like I’ve unearthed this confidence in myself I didn’t even know I had.”
“And you promise you’re never going to see this guy again?”
“I promise.” Meggie held up two fingers. “Girl Scouts’ honor.”
“That’s good. As long as you’re not tempted to jump into a relationship with a man you don’t know just because the sex is stupendous.”
“Absolutely not.”
“Then congratulations on stretching the limits of your imagination.”
“Thank you,” Meggie said, but a nagging little voice reminded her that she wasn’t being completely honest with her friend. She had given Don Juan her telephone number.
But what were the chances of him even remembering her number? And if he did remember it, what were the odds of him calling her or ever coming to Seattle to see her?
Very slim to none. She was safe with her lusty memories. She didn’t have to worry about falling hard for some stranger in a black leather mask. All Meggie cared about was exploring her newfound sense of adventure in whatever form it might take. New hairstyle, new clothes, new experiences.
And speaking of new experiences…
She stopped in front of the dance studio sandwiched between La Chic Freak and En Avant! Through the window she spied a group of costumed belly dancers executing a series of mesmerizing gyrations.
For the longest time she had hankered to take belly dancing lessons, but because Jesse had called her an awkward klutz the time she had tried to do a striptease for him, Meggie had felt too self-conscious about her body to give belly dancing a go.
Well, phooey on her ex and his stupid opinions. Thanks to Don Juan she was more than eager to rip the envelope of adventure wide open.
Purposefully, she pushed through the door of the dance studio.
“Hey,” Wendy said. “Where you are going?”
Meggie glanced over her shoulder at her friend and grinned. “To stretch the limits of my imagination.”
“MAY I SPEAK TO YOU in my office?” Meggie’s boss, Jenny Arbenoit, asked three weeks after her shopping spree with Wendy.
“Sure,” Meggie said, wondering what was up.
She didn’t think she’d made any mistakes lately, but perhaps she had gone overboard with her newfound confidence. Recently, she had stopped kowtowing to the doctors’ every whim, and she’d also started making more decisions based on her own assessments without asking for corroboration from her colleagues as she once had. A sinking sensation settled in her stomach.
It was
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