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towel around herself.
“It’s Cass. I need you to fix my computer, ASAP.”
“You’re calling my cell phone about your computer? Is this an actual emergency?”
“Yes!”
“Um, I’m kind of tied up right now,” she said, glancing at Kyle standing dripping wet and naked in the bathroom doorway now, threatening to make her forget how to string words into coherent sentences.
“Please help me! I’ve got that dinner party tonight, and all the recipes I want to use are on the Internet.”
“And?”
“And when I try to log on, nothing happens. No Internet!”
Any other time Yasmine would have been a little more tolerant of Cass’s computer ineptitude, but this time she expelled a noisy sigh and said, “I’m sorry I can’t help. Maybe you should buy a cookbook.”
“You’re just going to leave me hanging? On Christmas Eve? Your best friend?”
Drew popped into her head—Drew, whom she knew would be a great guy for Cass. If Cass could overlook the slightly nerdy appearance to see the nice guy beneath.
“I’ve got a friend who lives not too far from you and might be free to help you out. I could call him and ask.”
“Please, please, please?”
“On one condition.”
“Anything—you name it.”
“If he fixes your computer, you ask him out on a date.”
Silence. And then Cass said, “Okay, what’s the matter with this guy that he needs you bribing women to go out with him?”
“He’s the guy I mentioned to you. He’s nice. Give him a chance.”
“I told you, I don’t do nerds.”
“That’s my condition. You ask him out, go on a date with him, give him a real chance or no computer help for you.”
“I had no idea you could play so dirty.”
“Like I said, you could go buy a cookbook.”
“I had all my recipes picked out and bookmarked on that cooking Web site you showed me.”
“Should have printed them, huh?”
Yasmine bit her lip to keep from laughing. Kyle was leaning against the door frame now with his arms crossed over his chest, half-smiling as he listened to her conversation. Oddly, she liked him listening in. She found it somehow familiar and intimate in a way she hadn’t been with a guy in too long.
Cass, apparently finished stewing, sighed. “Fine. If he can come fix my computer, I’ll ask him out. And if he’s cute, I’ll take him to bed and screw his brains out.”
“No charity sex. Just be open to possibilities, okay? If he’s home, I’ll have him call you and set up a time to come over. If he’s not available, I’ll call you back.”
She hung up with Cass and gave Kyle an apologetic smile. “I’ll be finished in a sec.”
“Playing matchmaker?”
She shrugged. “I promised Drew I’d hook him up, and as you can see from his date last night, he needs all the help he can get.”
“I’ll be waiting in the tub—hurry up,” he said as he gave her a once-over. “Lose the towel.”
Yasmine dialed Drew’s number, and luckily he picked up. In a mere two minutes, she’d confirmed he was free and set him up to meet Cass. Satisfied that her matchmaker work was done for the day, she turned off her cell phone to save herself any more unwelcome interruptions and headed for the bathroom.
An hour and a steamy round of shower sex later, Yasmine and Kyle were clean and dressed, rejuvenated by doughnuts and coffee, and pulling into a parking spot in front of Yasmine’s apartment. She couldn’t think what they’d do or talk about all day if not for sex, but hey, if sex was all they had in common, she’d be the last girl to complain. Because it was really, really good.
Outside the car, houses in her neighborhood glinted here and there with Christmas lights, while just as many were decidedly unfestive looking. Her own building, a blue and green Victorian that had long ago been converted to four puny apartments, was one of the unfestive variety, since it was inhabited by a Buddhist couple, a pagan and two lazy singles—including Yasmine—who
“It’s Cass. I need you to fix my computer, ASAP.”
“You’re calling my cell phone about your computer? Is this an actual emergency?”
“Yes!”
“Um, I’m kind of tied up right now,” she said, glancing at Kyle standing dripping wet and naked in the bathroom doorway now, threatening to make her forget how to string words into coherent sentences.
“Please help me! I’ve got that dinner party tonight, and all the recipes I want to use are on the Internet.”
“And?”
“And when I try to log on, nothing happens. No Internet!”
Any other time Yasmine would have been a little more tolerant of Cass’s computer ineptitude, but this time she expelled a noisy sigh and said, “I’m sorry I can’t help. Maybe you should buy a cookbook.”
“You’re just going to leave me hanging? On Christmas Eve? Your best friend?”
Drew popped into her head—Drew, whom she knew would be a great guy for Cass. If Cass could overlook the slightly nerdy appearance to see the nice guy beneath.
“I’ve got a friend who lives not too far from you and might be free to help you out. I could call him and ask.”
“Please, please, please?”
“On one condition.”
“Anything—you name it.”
“If he fixes your computer, you ask him out on a date.”
Silence. And then Cass said, “Okay, what’s the matter with this guy that he needs you bribing women to go out with him?”
“He’s the guy I mentioned to you. He’s nice. Give him a chance.”
“I told you, I don’t do nerds.”
“That’s my condition. You ask him out, go on a date with him, give him a real chance or no computer help for you.”
“I had no idea you could play so dirty.”
“Like I said, you could go buy a cookbook.”
“I had all my recipes picked out and bookmarked on that cooking Web site you showed me.”
“Should have printed them, huh?”
Yasmine bit her lip to keep from laughing. Kyle was leaning against the door frame now with his arms crossed over his chest, half-smiling as he listened to her conversation. Oddly, she liked him listening in. She found it somehow familiar and intimate in a way she hadn’t been with a guy in too long.
Cass, apparently finished stewing, sighed. “Fine. If he can come fix my computer, I’ll ask him out. And if he’s cute, I’ll take him to bed and screw his brains out.”
“No charity sex. Just be open to possibilities, okay? If he’s home, I’ll have him call you and set up a time to come over. If he’s not available, I’ll call you back.”
She hung up with Cass and gave Kyle an apologetic smile. “I’ll be finished in a sec.”
“Playing matchmaker?”
She shrugged. “I promised Drew I’d hook him up, and as you can see from his date last night, he needs all the help he can get.”
“I’ll be waiting in the tub—hurry up,” he said as he gave her a once-over. “Lose the towel.”
Yasmine dialed Drew’s number, and luckily he picked up. In a mere two minutes, she’d confirmed he was free and set him up to meet Cass. Satisfied that her matchmaker work was done for the day, she turned off her cell phone to save herself any more unwelcome interruptions and headed for the bathroom.
An hour and a steamy round of shower sex later, Yasmine and Kyle were clean and dressed, rejuvenated by doughnuts and coffee, and pulling into a parking spot in front of Yasmine’s apartment. She couldn’t think what they’d do or talk about all day if not for sex, but hey, if sex was all they had in common, she’d be the last girl to complain. Because it was really, really good.
Outside the car, houses in her neighborhood glinted here and there with Christmas lights, while just as many were decidedly unfestive looking. Her own building, a blue and green Victorian that had long ago been converted to four puny apartments, was one of the unfestive variety, since it was inhabited by a Buddhist couple, a pagan and two lazy singles—including Yasmine—who
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