“I don’t have any single friends anymore, except maybe
Kathy. And all she does is complain. I don’t need that right now. Terry’s a
positive person. Even if he is going through shit with Clare. It’s okay.” When
she faced the pug, he took a quick swipe, catching her chin with his tongue. Jen laughed and gave him a quick pet. “Good
boy, Willie.”
She
closed her eyes but was too keyed up to sleep. She only asked Terry as a
friend. Of course he was attractive. She might be upset, and
distracted, but, hell, she wasn’t dead. He was taller than Stan, and broader in
the shoulders. Could he have played football in college? Stop comparing him to Stan! Stan was her hero, and always would be.
But Terry was a friend, a good friend.
She’d
figured out that he bought both of those cream puffs for himself. Otherwise why
did he have two? He couldn’t count on running into her. Yet he gave one to her,
and it was the right thing to do. The cream puff brought
her back, gave her the kick she needed to see that she’d do whatever was necessary to help
Stan. Still those dark eyes held mischief, as if he had secretly seen her naked
or something.
His wife
was a lucky woman to be married to a man who could do that. Jen guessed they
had an amazing sex life. She turned her thoughts to her first time with Stan.
It had been the most romantic and erotic evening of her life. She’d never
forget it. The way that man made love was enough to curl her toes just thinking
about it.
She
pushed up and padded barefoot to the kitchen. She plucked a bottle of water
from the fridge. Stan knew how to get her hot, zero to sixty in ten seconds
–and sometimes simply with a look. She smiled at the memory of seeing him
across the room at a deadly dull party. He’d been buttonholed by a boring
economist when he glanced at her. The heat from his stare, slowly caressing her
body, had made her shiver as it traveled up and down. She had rubbed her forehead,
made up an excuse about a headache to the hostess, and approached Stan,
appealing to him to leave. He’d shaken hands with the economist, then returned
home, and spent two hours making love to her.
Great scene. Two hours? I'm impressed.
ReplyDeleteGreat story and -- ooh!-- heat in this excerpt. That line about his dark eyes is compelling.
ReplyDeleteAhhh. Lovely. I especially loved the last paragraph and this sentence before it: "The way that man made love was enough to curl her toes just thinking about it."
ReplyDeleteAhhhh! I want a Stan! Or a Terry! Me thinks she's going to have a dilemma to go through in a bit. Great scene!
ReplyDeleteWhew!! Love the descriptions in that excerpt. Now I want a little piece of Stan for myself! Great job!
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