Chapter 1
When
Harry Met Sally Fan: I have a fantasy of having an orgasm while
I’m surrounded by my friends, a reverse of the famous restaurant scene from my
favorite movie.
Heart
pounding with anticipation and longing, Haley’s Man stared at the
screen. He didn’t even think of himself by his own name. He was hers and had
been from the moment he’d first laid eyes on her.
Haley
had confessed years ago to lurking on a sexual fetish forum. Today she’d finally
posted—fifteen minutes ago, according to the time stamp. Already, she had
forty-six offers to help her get off.
I’ll
help you make your friends jealous.
Where
do you live? I’ll have sex with you and your friends.
He
skimmed the rest of the offers, each cruder than the one before, then returned
to her original post. He’d wanted Haley long before he’d had any inkling she
had unfulfilled fantasies. Why would she? As the life of every party, she
always had the hottest guy on her arm.
Too
nerdy and reserved to be that guy, his dreams of holding her never materialized.
The stars might not align again if he didn’t jump on this chance. Fate had
taken every opportunity to thwart him thus far. But how could he convince her
he wasn’t a pervert or creepy stalker like the forty-six guys in line before
him?
**
By
the time she’d read through forty-six replies, Haley Miller regretted posting.
The responses made her want to dive headfirst into a tub of antibacterial hand
sanitizer. Number forty-seven, however, stopped her mid-scroll.
Haley’s
Man: Next time you’re with your friends, wear a
skirt and no panties.
Instead
of an offer or a suggestion, this person had issued an order. How would he know
when and where she would be out with friends? How did he know her real name? If
he didn’t, why had he picked that screen name?
She
stared at her iPad, paced to the other end of her apartment and then wandered back.
Three more people had replied while she was gone, but their offers were of the
creepy and crude variety. Hovering her finger over the screen name Haley’s Man ,
she opened a private chat.
When
Harry Met Sally Fan: What’s your fantasy, Haley’s Man?
After
a long pause, a new sentence appeared at the bottom of the screen.
Haley’s
Man: I want to make a woman come without her knowing
my name or seeing my face.
She
swallowed, her body igniting at the thought of a faceless man stroking her to
completion. She tried to think of a logical reason he would post here instead
of picking up a woman in a bar like every other horny guy in America.
When
Harry Met Sally Fan: Are you disfigured? Wanted for a felony?
Married?
Haley’s
Man: No, no, and no. You can see my face as soon as
you climax.
The
fantasy flared to life, making her desperate to hit that high note of pleasure.
She slipped her hand inside the waistband of her panties, while typing one-handed.
When
Harry Met Sally Fan: I’m going to come now.
Haley’s
Man: Wait for tonight. For me.
Trembling,
she pulled her hand free. Another order…or a plea?
How
did he know she’d be with her friends tonight? She’d been invited to Gina and
Charlie’s to watch the basketball finals. She couldn’t care less about sports, but
she loved hanging out, making drinks for her friends while everyone cheered and
groaned in unison.
Now
she couldn’t wait to find out if this mystery man could really deliver an
orgasm while she stood amongst her friends. If the guy turned out to be a
stalker, she’d be safer with her friends than alone in her apartment.
Her
gut told her he wasn’t, though. The more she thought about living out her fantasy,
the more excited she became.
She
smoothed her hand over the crotch of her yoga pants, then groaned in
frustration. She’d wait for him. Her fingers and toys wouldn’t be able to truly
satisfy the aching need of her dreams. Her pent-up desire prevented her from
thinking of anything but the mysterious Haley’s Man who would bring her
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