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pair of jeans with a small, pink long-sleeved top.
She applied her makeup fast, adding some sparkles to her eyelids and pink cherry
lip-gloss.
Just in case, she thought as
she smacked her lips together to spread the creamy glitter lip gel.
She was starving and parched for some orange juice and decided to visit a
popular bistro she knew was open for Sunday brunch. She found a corner table in
the shadows, ordered eggs and French press coffee and settled in to listen to
Brazilian love songs and read one of her vampire romance novels.
The hair at the back of her neck and forearms tingled as she read a
steamy scene of blood and sex. The vampire hero became the man she met last
night. He was the one biting her own neck as she writhed under him.
“Cara?” a female voice interrupted.
Cara had been staring into her coffee, leaning on her book, but not
reading, dwelling instead in her own fantasies. She recognized the voice, and
looked up with a smile.
“Valerie. Sorry. I was pretty engrossed in this book.” Cara held it up to
show her friend.
“Hmmm. Let me see that,” the redhead demanded as she pulled it out of
Cara’s hands and began reading where she had left off:
“ His thick cock thrust upwards,
impaling her with his will to possess every inch of her body. At last she felt
the bite on her neck, as he took from her what she had never given before. Her
blood. And with it, he took her heart. Completely.” Val fanned her face but
remained standing in front of Cara’s table. “You’ll have to lend me this book
when you’re done.”
Cara searched the room, making sure they hadn’t attracted the wrong kind
of attention, and smiled. “At this rate, that’s liable to be tonight. There’s
sex in every chapter.”
“My kind of book,” Val answered. “You sure you won’t give your friend a
little priority claim? I promise to return him in the morning.”
Val meant the hero in the book, but Cara felt possessive of the arms and
eyes of the man she met last night.
“He’s mine,” she said and grabbed her book, placing it in her backpack.
“Come, sit with me. I’m buying.” She motioned to the chair and Val eagerly accepted.
“Thanks.” Her friend leaned her chin onto her laced fingers and searched
Cara’s face. “You have glitter on your forehead. You went to that party last
night with Johnny.”
“Yes,” Cara said as she blushed and searched the tabletop. A waiter took
Val’s order and afterwards Cara continued. “It was a blast.”
“You and Johnny?” Val’s face revealed a mock frown as she tilted her head
to the side, watching Cara’s reaction.
“No. He’s all yours, if you want him. We’re just friends. You know that,
Val.”
“I’ve seen the way he looks at you.”
“Not gonna happen.” Cara decided not to reveal what Johnny had offered
last night. She just couldn’t picture the two of them together. With Paolo, she
had no problem conjuring up the fantasy of a sexual liaison.
“So what else happened?” Val was her most persistent and, at times,
invasive friend. Nothing was off limits, taboo.
“Just beautiful costumes. Great music. My feet are sore from the
dancing.”
“You wore sparklies. What did you go as, a Fairy Princess?”
Cara remembered the three faeries swarming over Paolo’s large frame in
sensual abandon. How his face had twisted in lust as she tried to follow him,
get his attention and become part of his sexual dance…
“…and they didn’t have anything, but— Cara , are you listening?”
Cara realized she had gone back to her fantasy evening. She shook her
head and rubbed her temples. “Sorry, Val. Sensory overload. Something you said
made me think of one of the dances. There was this guy…”
“You thought about a hunky guy when I mentioned the feed store? You’re
worse off than I thought. How long has it been?”
Cara sipped her coffee, embarrassed. “Hmmm?”
“Since you’ve been with a man.” Val was all military now. No way Cara
She applied her makeup fast, adding some sparkles to her eyelids and pink cherry
lip-gloss.
Just in case, she thought as
she smacked her lips together to spread the creamy glitter lip gel.
She was starving and parched for some orange juice and decided to visit a
popular bistro she knew was open for Sunday brunch. She found a corner table in
the shadows, ordered eggs and French press coffee and settled in to listen to
Brazilian love songs and read one of her vampire romance novels.
The hair at the back of her neck and forearms tingled as she read a
steamy scene of blood and sex. The vampire hero became the man she met last
night. He was the one biting her own neck as she writhed under him.
“Cara?” a female voice interrupted.
Cara had been staring into her coffee, leaning on her book, but not
reading, dwelling instead in her own fantasies. She recognized the voice, and
looked up with a smile.
“Valerie. Sorry. I was pretty engrossed in this book.” Cara held it up to
show her friend.
“Hmmm. Let me see that,” the redhead demanded as she pulled it out of
Cara’s hands and began reading where she had left off:
“ His thick cock thrust upwards,
impaling her with his will to possess every inch of her body. At last she felt
the bite on her neck, as he took from her what she had never given before. Her
blood. And with it, he took her heart. Completely.” Val fanned her face but
remained standing in front of Cara’s table. “You’ll have to lend me this book
when you’re done.”
Cara searched the room, making sure they hadn’t attracted the wrong kind
of attention, and smiled. “At this rate, that’s liable to be tonight. There’s
sex in every chapter.”
“My kind of book,” Val answered. “You sure you won’t give your friend a
little priority claim? I promise to return him in the morning.”
Val meant the hero in the book, but Cara felt possessive of the arms and
eyes of the man she met last night.
“He’s mine,” she said and grabbed her book, placing it in her backpack.
“Come, sit with me. I’m buying.” She motioned to the chair and Val eagerly accepted.
“Thanks.” Her friend leaned her chin onto her laced fingers and searched
Cara’s face. “You have glitter on your forehead. You went to that party last
night with Johnny.”
“Yes,” Cara said as she blushed and searched the tabletop. A waiter took
Val’s order and afterwards Cara continued. “It was a blast.”
“You and Johnny?” Val’s face revealed a mock frown as she tilted her head
to the side, watching Cara’s reaction.
“No. He’s all yours, if you want him. We’re just friends. You know that,
Val.”
“I’ve seen the way he looks at you.”
“Not gonna happen.” Cara decided not to reveal what Johnny had offered
last night. She just couldn’t picture the two of them together. With Paolo, she
had no problem conjuring up the fantasy of a sexual liaison.
“So what else happened?” Val was her most persistent and, at times,
invasive friend. Nothing was off limits, taboo.
“Just beautiful costumes. Great music. My feet are sore from the
dancing.”
“You wore sparklies. What did you go as, a Fairy Princess?”
Cara remembered the three faeries swarming over Paolo’s large frame in
sensual abandon. How his face had twisted in lust as she tried to follow him,
get his attention and become part of his sexual dance…
“…and they didn’t have anything, but— Cara , are you listening?”
Cara realized she had gone back to her fantasy evening. She shook her
head and rubbed her temples. “Sorry, Val. Sensory overload. Something you said
made me think of one of the dances. There was this guy…”
“You thought about a hunky guy when I mentioned the feed store? You’re
worse off than I thought. How long has it been?”
Cara sipped her coffee, embarrassed. “Hmmm?”
“Since you’ve been with a man.” Val was all military now. No way Cara
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