After a long perusal, she planted her elbows on the table and
buried her face in her palms. “Why the heck can’t I get laid?”
Nicole rol ed a casual shoulder and stated, “Because you’re too fussy.”
Kaylea dropped her arms in time to see Mr. Leather Pants grab a seat in the
corner. His long legs stretched out in front of him as Kaylea did a slow, leisurely scan
of his scrumptious, athletic body.
Yummy…
He had to be a tourist, she mused, because she’d yet to see a man that hot on her
beloved streets of Chicago. Her gaze briefly met his, then suddenly, catching her off
guard, her pulse jumped and heat pooled between her legs in a way it had never
pooled before. Good Lord, what was it about him that held her attention and, quite
frankly, aroused her? Kaylea gulped air and casual y said, “I’m not fussy. I’m
selective.”
“Selective?” Nicole arched a manicured eyebrow over deep green eyes.
Amusement laced her voice as she added, “You dumped the last guy you went out
with because he used too much tongue when he kissed you. And the guy before that
didn’t use enough.”
Kaylea crinkled her nose. “Okay, okay, but there was no chemistry,” she admitted,
and stole another glance at Mr. Leather Pants, who’d just slunk down lower in his seat.
Talk about chemistry…
She’d just bet that he’d use the right amount of tongue, and with one touch from
him she’d likely go off like a round of C-4.
Her sideways glance hadn’t gone unnoticed by Nicole. Her friend twisted around
to see where Kaylea’s gaze had wandered to, then turned back and said, “I know
you’re waiting for Mr. Right, ‘someone to complete you.’” Nicole paused to do air
quotes around those four words. “But in the meantime you real y need to get laid and
loosen up.” Nicole nodded toward the guy Kaylea had been checking out. “He looks
like a guy who could help you work out the kinks.”
Speaking of kink…
Her mind took her in an erotic direction, one involving leather, lace and metal
restraint. Not to mention a smokin’ hot guy with nothing on but a broken-in pair of biker
chaps.
Oh, hel !
Kaylea groaned from sexual frustration then mocked herself. “Cripes, I real y do fit
the typical librarian persona, don’t I?”
“Maybe, or maybe it has something to do with your name.”
“My name?”
“Yeah, Kaylea means ‘keeper of the key—pure,’” she elaborated, a testament that
they’d both harvested an enormous amount of useless information as librarians.
“If that key has anything to do with my chastity belt then I sure as hel wish someone
would tel me where it’s hidden so I could unlock it.”
With that both girls laughed out loud, the sound drawing attention from those
around them. Stil chuckling, Kaylea put her finger to her lips to hush her friend. The
last thing she wanted was for everyone in the place to know she was a damn virgin
who was completely clueless in the area of seduction.
“Then again, maybe it’s your aura,” Nicole suggested.
“How so?” Kaylea asked.
Nicole palmed the air. “You have this purity about you that probably scares men
off.”
Kaylea chewed on her bottom lip and considered her friend’s astuteness. Natural y
Nicole had no idea just how bang on she was with that observation, since Kaylea was
careful to keep her family’s secrets, wel , a secret.
Her thoughts faded to the background as the heavy oak door slowly creaked open.
The two women turned and stared at the entrance, waiting to glimpse the man who
was about to be gifted with Kaylea’s virginity, but Kaylea couldn’t seem to keep her
focus, not when the man sitting in the corner of the coffee shop, with his head tilted
downward, low enough to veil his identity, kept drawing her attention.
Yeah, he was good-looking. Damn good-looking, but she never was one to swoon
over a man’s good looks before. So she either real y had a thing for guys in leather
biker chaps, or
buried her face in her palms. “Why the heck can’t I get laid?”
Nicole rol ed a casual shoulder and stated, “Because you’re too fussy.”
Kaylea dropped her arms in time to see Mr. Leather Pants grab a seat in the
corner. His long legs stretched out in front of him as Kaylea did a slow, leisurely scan
of his scrumptious, athletic body.
Yummy…
He had to be a tourist, she mused, because she’d yet to see a man that hot on her
beloved streets of Chicago. Her gaze briefly met his, then suddenly, catching her off
guard, her pulse jumped and heat pooled between her legs in a way it had never
pooled before. Good Lord, what was it about him that held her attention and, quite
frankly, aroused her? Kaylea gulped air and casual y said, “I’m not fussy. I’m
selective.”
“Selective?” Nicole arched a manicured eyebrow over deep green eyes.
Amusement laced her voice as she added, “You dumped the last guy you went out
with because he used too much tongue when he kissed you. And the guy before that
didn’t use enough.”
Kaylea crinkled her nose. “Okay, okay, but there was no chemistry,” she admitted,
and stole another glance at Mr. Leather Pants, who’d just slunk down lower in his seat.
Talk about chemistry…
She’d just bet that he’d use the right amount of tongue, and with one touch from
him she’d likely go off like a round of C-4.
Her sideways glance hadn’t gone unnoticed by Nicole. Her friend twisted around
to see where Kaylea’s gaze had wandered to, then turned back and said, “I know
you’re waiting for Mr. Right, ‘someone to complete you.’” Nicole paused to do air
quotes around those four words. “But in the meantime you real y need to get laid and
loosen up.” Nicole nodded toward the guy Kaylea had been checking out. “He looks
like a guy who could help you work out the kinks.”
Speaking of kink…
Her mind took her in an erotic direction, one involving leather, lace and metal
restraint. Not to mention a smokin’ hot guy with nothing on but a broken-in pair of biker
chaps.
Oh, hel !
Kaylea groaned from sexual frustration then mocked herself. “Cripes, I real y do fit
the typical librarian persona, don’t I?”
“Maybe, or maybe it has something to do with your name.”
“My name?”
“Yeah, Kaylea means ‘keeper of the key—pure,’” she elaborated, a testament that
they’d both harvested an enormous amount of useless information as librarians.
“If that key has anything to do with my chastity belt then I sure as hel wish someone
would tel me where it’s hidden so I could unlock it.”
With that both girls laughed out loud, the sound drawing attention from those
around them. Stil chuckling, Kaylea put her finger to her lips to hush her friend. The
last thing she wanted was for everyone in the place to know she was a damn virgin
who was completely clueless in the area of seduction.
“Then again, maybe it’s your aura,” Nicole suggested.
“How so?” Kaylea asked.
Nicole palmed the air. “You have this purity about you that probably scares men
off.”
Kaylea chewed on her bottom lip and considered her friend’s astuteness. Natural y
Nicole had no idea just how bang on she was with that observation, since Kaylea was
careful to keep her family’s secrets, wel , a secret.
Her thoughts faded to the background as the heavy oak door slowly creaked open.
The two women turned and stared at the entrance, waiting to glimpse the man who
was about to be gifted with Kaylea’s virginity, but Kaylea couldn’t seem to keep her
focus, not when the man sitting in the corner of the coffee shop, with his head tilted
downward, low enough to veil his identity, kept drawing her attention.
Yeah, he was good-looking. Damn good-looking, but she never was one to swoon
over a man’s good looks before. So she either real y had a thing for guys in leather
biker chaps, or
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