Page 3 of The Burn List
But…
Would it be so bad to have a little wild? Just once? Is it too much to ask to have one teeny, tiny adventure? Don’t I deserve fun and exciting one time? Since I’ll be living so long, I need some memories for my old age.
Lukas Marlow would be fun.The idea prickles in the back of my mind. I sit up straight, my heart pounding as a plan begins to formulate.
No. I can’t.
As if he’d even consider it.
But…what if?
The man looks as though he knows his way around a woman’s body. From experience, the men I attract tend to be duds in bed, and Lukas would be a nice change of pace. Don’t I deserve one wild fling with a man who knows what he’s doing? Maybe he’d give me one of those mythical orgasms I’ve heard rumors about. At bare minimum it would give me fantasy material for when I settle into life with a guy who keeps his socks on during sex. A flutter of excitement, mixed with hope, licks in my belly.
Wait. What am I thinking? It’s impossible. Lukas will never go for it.
Besides, I have no seduction skills. And even if I did, they wouldn’t work on him in a million years.
I settle back on the couch and take an unladylike slug of margarita.
But…what if? The thought persists, despite my arguments.
It’s time to face facts. No Prince Charming is coming to rescue me. If I want wild, I’m going to have to take care of it myself. It’s all about personal responsibility.
And why not me? I’m a modern woman. I can just take control.
Sure, my experience is limited, and I don’t have any real seduction skills, but a simple proposition might work. I’ll appeal to him as one friend helping out another.
Like asking him for a neighborly cup of sugar…but with orgasms.
He likes sex. He’s had enough of it. And, most important, he’s a guy. Guys don’t turn down free sex. Do they?
Besides, I’m tired of sitting back and letting life pass me by. I turned thirty today. The time has come to get what I want. And what I want is a wild, no-strings-attached fling with Lukas Marlow. What’s the worst thing that could happen? He’ll say no and I’d never be able to face him again. Big deal. I only live next door.
The liquid courage races through my blood, spurring me into action. Before I can change my mind, I hop off the couch, ready to head to his house, only to glance in the mirror.
I frown at my reflection. I can’t go there like this. My brown hair is pulled back into a ponytail; I’m wearing no makeup and dowdy work clothes. I look more like a candidate for Librarian of the Year, instead of a sex kitten.
Frantically, I think through the contents in my meager closet. Very limited choices, but I’ll have to make do. There’s no time to waste.
I consider my attributes. I have decent cleavage.
Oh! I can put on a tank top—without a shirt over it!
Yes, that might work.
It’s a start. My nerve and buzz won’t last all night, so it’s time to get a move on. I’m a woman on a mission, determined to take control of my own fate. I’m making my own excitement. Consequences be damned!
Downing the rest of my drink, I slam the empty glass on the coffee table.
I’m going to proposition Lukas Marlow for sex.
And I’m not taking no for an answer.
