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I’d been hiding it, not lying about it.  And, apparently, I was pretty good at that.  But that thought drifted to the back of my mind as I continued prepping myself.
    At last, I was on the couch like he’d requested.  I was surrounded by a few pillows and I could smell the light scent of vanilla wafting from the candle on the end table.  I took a few sips of wine and laid my head back, prepared to hear Roman’s smooth voice guide me through.  “Okay, I’m ready.”
    “You’ve never done this before?”
    “Nope.”
    I could hear the smile in his voice.  “All right.  You’re comfortable?”
    “Yeah.”
    “You’re on the couch like I asked?”
    “Yeah.”
    “Describe what you’re wearing.”
    Ugh.  Really?   “No way.  I’m afraid it’s not glamorous at all.”
    “Damn it, Beth.  This isn’t gonna work if you keep being so negative.”  Was I?  “Just tell me what you’re wearing or make something up.  Trust me.”
    Well, he was right about one thing.  It wouldn’t have been lying, but it would have been making something up on the fly.  I could have tried to imagine what one of my heroines would have been wearing, but I could see how that would be a pain in the ass if I had to pretend to take off something that wasn’t actually on my body.  “Okay.  I’m wearing…”  Maybe I could exaggerate.  Yeah, I could do that.  What I had on was an old WWE t-shirt, complete with a hole under one of the arms and the frayed hems.  The shorts?  Sure, they were cute and easy to describe.  Okay, I could get into this, but my old t-shirt wasn’t going to be the stuff of writer’s fantasy.  “I’m wearing a pink babydoll tee.”
    “ Mmm-hmm.”
    “No, black.”
    “Which is it?”
    “Which do you prefer?”
    “Doesn’t matter.”
    I was going to piss him off and ruin the moment if I didn’t concentrate.  I had to let go of the nerves.  “Okay, a pink babydoll tee.”  He must have already been picturing it in his head.  No need to ruin it.  So what if the real shirt I was wearing was black and so old I had no idea what wrestler’s body used to grace it?  “Um…it’s thin and hugs my body, so you can see the outline of my bra underneath the shirt.”
    “Oh, I like that.  What color’s your bra?”
    I wasn’t really wearing one that day.  It was a lazy Sunday and I hadn’t bothered.  But my heroine…  “White.”
    “What else?”
    “Black denim shorts.  They have some big flower pattern on them, so there are splashes of pink.”
    “Good.”
    “No shoes.  Just…smooth legs all the way to my toenails.  Also painted pink.”
    “ Mmm.”
    “What about you?”
    “What do you find sexier—workout clothes, something I’d wear in the classroom, or if we were just hanging out?”
    Hmm…I was having troubles picturing Roman as one of my book boyfriends.  I was finding him more intriguing and lots sexier the longer we spent time together in an intimate capacity and, to that end, I was picturing him .  And just what would I find he looked hotter in?
    Well, now that I knew the guy was fucking ripped, I would prefer him in nothing . But what would I want to tear off him?  “Let’s see…maybe workout clothes.  You know—maybe a muscle shirt.  Oh, but I like the way you look in jeans.”  Oh…I’d said that out loud?  Yeah…since Roman and I had hooked up, I’d started thinking about him more and more in that way.
    “Okay, so how about a blue wifebeater?”
    “Yeah.”
    “Jeans.  Black okay?”
    No way was I gonna tell him I liked him in his “work uniform” too—he usually wore a button-down shirt and black slacks and he always looked nice, professional in a teacherly way, but now I knew what those shirts were hiding.  I wanted to see more of him.  My mind started racing, picturing what he looked like in the clothes he’d described.  “Yeah.”
    “Your eyes closed?”
    “Yeah.”
    “So…I’m lying beside you and I’m kissing your