mercy.
Even though she knew he desired her, he never once gave any indication he expected her to sleep with him. Every man expected a woman to put out. Yet, Matthew had walked away, left her standing at her door. He disappeared before her mind had a chance to function again.
So not like her. She had to get her act together and stop mooning over a man.
“Ginger, line three.”
Brenda’s voice snapped her from her thoughts. She pushed the blinking light. “Hi, Ginger.”
“What’s up, kiddo? You don’t sound so good.”
“I’m frustrated, that’s what’s up.”
“As in, doing the body slam?”
Of course that would be the first thing her brazen friend would think. Only this time she was right. “Yes. Sexually frustrated.”
“You’re kidding.” When Carrie didn’t answer, she continued. “You’re not kidding. What’s the problem? Get a man.”
“I did get one. Or at least I thought I did.”
“You’ve never had trouble in that department. I don’t believe it!” Carrie glared at the phone while Ginger’s laughter floated across the line. “Okay, Okay. I’m calm now. Explain. Mr. Perfect or someone else?”
Carrie related the tale beginning with the cab hijacking at the airport. She left noting out, knowing her friend would pull every detail from her, right up to her dinner and the end of a frustrating evening.
“Chasing you in the rain and throwing you in a cab sounds a bit like foreplay. You haven’t had sex yet? Drop him! There are plenty of other men out there.”
“Ginger. I don’t pick up men. You know I’m selective.”
“Like Mr. Perfect?”
Ginger always referred to Edward that way. An established businessman, doors opened for him. He had been climbing that social ladder and he’d chosen Carrie to be the perfect showpiece clinging to his arm. He had accused her of throwing it all away. The arrogant bastard had said when she returned to her senses, she’d come crawling back to him.
Crawl.
No way in hell would she crawl to any man.
Some people live their entire lives with less than what she’d had with Edward. No commitments, which was just the way she liked it. So why had she felt so empty? Why did she continue to feel that something lingered just beyond her reach?
“Okay. What’s wrong with this new guy?” Ginger asked.
“Nothing. He’s an absolute hunk!”
“Uh, oh. He’s gay.” Ginger thought the best-looking guys were gay.
“Not likely.” Last night’s kiss disproved that idea. Warmth speared her center.
“Are you sure you weren’t dreaming?”
She may not have been her normal self, but she’d most assuredly been awake.
“What did you do to keep him there?”
“I couldn’t do much more. I wore a sexy number, gave him the come-hither look and he left me at my doorstep.”
“Like I said. Gay.”
“He’s not gay,” Carrie shot back in defense. “His kiss made my toes curl.”
“And you let him walk away? You’re losing your touch.” Ginger sighed and admonished, “You know you could have prevented him from leaving.”
“What was I supposed to do, chase him down the hall?” If she hadn’t been so surprised, she might have done just that. What was she thinking? She chased no man.
“You coulda showed some skin?” Ginger answered in a singsong voice.
“You know my boobs try to pop out of everything I wear.”
“Just take the dress off. Grab his balls. A man is not gonna walk away from that!”
“I don’t know, Ginger. There’s something different about this one. He was a perfect gentleman.”
Ginger let out a huff which indicated she obviously did not agree. “Not many of those out there.”
“How about your brothers?”
“They’re a breed of their own.”
Ginger’s brothers were raised by their mother to treat a lady with respect. According to their sister, their actions exhibited were more like wolves in sheep’s clothing.
“I didn’t want Matthew to be a gentleman. I wanted to get laid. No. No, I
Even though she knew he desired her, he never once gave any indication he expected her to sleep with him. Every man expected a woman to put out. Yet, Matthew had walked away, left her standing at her door. He disappeared before her mind had a chance to function again.
So not like her. She had to get her act together and stop mooning over a man.
“Ginger, line three.”
Brenda’s voice snapped her from her thoughts. She pushed the blinking light. “Hi, Ginger.”
“What’s up, kiddo? You don’t sound so good.”
“I’m frustrated, that’s what’s up.”
“As in, doing the body slam?”
Of course that would be the first thing her brazen friend would think. Only this time she was right. “Yes. Sexually frustrated.”
“You’re kidding.” When Carrie didn’t answer, she continued. “You’re not kidding. What’s the problem? Get a man.”
“I did get one. Or at least I thought I did.”
“You’ve never had trouble in that department. I don’t believe it!” Carrie glared at the phone while Ginger’s laughter floated across the line. “Okay, Okay. I’m calm now. Explain. Mr. Perfect or someone else?”
Carrie related the tale beginning with the cab hijacking at the airport. She left noting out, knowing her friend would pull every detail from her, right up to her dinner and the end of a frustrating evening.
“Chasing you in the rain and throwing you in a cab sounds a bit like foreplay. You haven’t had sex yet? Drop him! There are plenty of other men out there.”
“Ginger. I don’t pick up men. You know I’m selective.”
“Like Mr. Perfect?”
Ginger always referred to Edward that way. An established businessman, doors opened for him. He had been climbing that social ladder and he’d chosen Carrie to be the perfect showpiece clinging to his arm. He had accused her of throwing it all away. The arrogant bastard had said when she returned to her senses, she’d come crawling back to him.
Crawl.
No way in hell would she crawl to any man.
Some people live their entire lives with less than what she’d had with Edward. No commitments, which was just the way she liked it. So why had she felt so empty? Why did she continue to feel that something lingered just beyond her reach?
“Okay. What’s wrong with this new guy?” Ginger asked.
“Nothing. He’s an absolute hunk!”
“Uh, oh. He’s gay.” Ginger thought the best-looking guys were gay.
“Not likely.” Last night’s kiss disproved that idea. Warmth speared her center.
“Are you sure you weren’t dreaming?”
She may not have been her normal self, but she’d most assuredly been awake.
“What did you do to keep him there?”
“I couldn’t do much more. I wore a sexy number, gave him the come-hither look and he left me at my doorstep.”
“Like I said. Gay.”
“He’s not gay,” Carrie shot back in defense. “His kiss made my toes curl.”
“And you let him walk away? You’re losing your touch.” Ginger sighed and admonished, “You know you could have prevented him from leaving.”
“What was I supposed to do, chase him down the hall?” If she hadn’t been so surprised, she might have done just that. What was she thinking? She chased no man.
“You coulda showed some skin?” Ginger answered in a singsong voice.
“You know my boobs try to pop out of everything I wear.”
“Just take the dress off. Grab his balls. A man is not gonna walk away from that!”
“I don’t know, Ginger. There’s something different about this one. He was a perfect gentleman.”
Ginger let out a huff which indicated she obviously did not agree. “Not many of those out there.”
“How about your brothers?”
“They’re a breed of their own.”
Ginger’s brothers were raised by their mother to treat a lady with respect. According to their sister, their actions exhibited were more like wolves in sheep’s clothing.
“I didn’t want Matthew to be a gentleman. I wanted to get laid. No. No, I
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