What’s not to love?The guy was powerful yet nice, and the girl was like a Pandora’s box of pleasure.I’m only halfway through their story, but I can’t imagine the action ever wanes.
Me: How do you come up with your story ideas?
Bianca: Not my real life.That’s for sure.
Me: Come on.A beautiful girl like you has to have men lining up at the door to take you out.
Bianca: Check the hallway.It’s empty.
With that, I’m on my feet, heading toward the hallway because if no one else is going to wait at her door, I sure as fuck will.
Me: I see a line.
Bianca: Ha-ha.
Me: No, look.
Bianca: No way.I’m not dressed, and I’m working.
Me: Even better.;)
Bianca: I’m not home.
I press my ear against the door, hearing the patter of her feet against the hardwood.I knock lightly and laugh as I hear her running to God knows where.
“Bianca.”I lean against the doorframe, talking to the wood that’s separating us.“I can hear you in there.”
There’s nothing but silence.I imagine her stark naked in the middle of her living room, staring at the door.
“I promise I won’t bite.”I smirk, but fuck do I want to sink my teeth into her soft skin and listen to her moan my name.“I don’t care what you’re wearing.”
Preferably something lacy and sexy.She has to get herself in the mood to write such spectacular sex scenes.She probably sits at her desk, wearing all sorts of lingerie and bright-red painted lips as she pecks away at the keyboard.
The latch to the door lock clicks, and I shove my phone into my pocket, ready to get a look at the sexy romance writer in action.
She opens the door an inch, not giving me much to look at.
“Hey.”I smile, keeping my eyes on her face.
“What’s up?”Her eyes rake over my bare chest before returning to my face.“I was in the middle of writing a chapter.”
“Let me read it,” I beg.
“No way.”
“Come on.”I push against the door a little, but it doesn’t budge.
I’m not giving up.I haven’t stopped thinking about Bianca since the party the other night.I keep looking for her in the lobby, listening for any movement in the hallway, but she’s remained elusive.
“Nope.”
“I’m not going anywhere.”I fold my arms in front of my chest.
I’ve never had to work this hard to get a girl to let me into her place.Usually, they’re pulling me in the door by my T-shirt, yanking my pants down before we’re even in private.But not Bianca.She’s the exact opposite, and it’s making me curious and crazy.
She rolls her eyes.“You’re impossible.”
“But I’m adorable too.”
