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I know we’re all probably feeling frazzled from the holidays, so enjoy John while he squirms a little on his first date with Kerry. Don’t worry, everything goes well.
“So, what do you do?” Kerry asked as the waitress set down our burgers and fries.
“Well, pretty much what you saw in the park today,” I said with a self-deprecating laugh. “I have my own dog walking business.”
“That’s really sweet,” she said with a big smile.
My heart skipped a beat. I thought being a dog walker sounded silly, and frankly, so did some of the people I talked to. But she thought it was sweet. “Why do you say that?” I asked. It did involve picking up a lot of dog shit, which was the opposite of sweet.
“You’re caring for man’s best friends. I dunno,” she said, shrugging her shoulders. “Maybe I’m just a sucker for a man who likes dogs.”
I pressed my leg into hers, and she pressed back. “Well, I do love dogs. Tell me, what do you do for a living?”
“Oh, I’m a writer.” I knew the look in her eyes when she peeked over at me, Please don’t make fun of me—I swear it’s a real job.
“Anything published?” I asked. A frown flickered over her face, and I knew the answer was, No. “Well, no one ever succeeded without failing first,” I lamely added.
“Thanks,” she said. “I freelance edit in the meantime.” Her sunny smile was back. With one hand she salted her fries, the other squeezed my leg. “Actually, I work mostly on erotica,” she added, her face coloring with a pretty blush.
“Do you write erotica?” I asked. I gave her a big cheese ball grin so she knew I was screwing with her.
“No, I write fantasy.”
Next thing she’d tell me that for her, every Friday was Steak and Blowjobs Day for her. Hell, if it was, I’d buy her flowers every Monday and take her out for a nice dinner. Though, since she was writer, she’d probably like a book more than flowers, and maybe cup of coffee, or whiskey. “So, who are your favorite authors?”
“Oh, lots, lots of people are my favorite authors. Lemme cram some food in my face, and I’ll tell you, ‘cuz I am starving.”
I tried not to stare at her as she ate, but she did so with such pleasure it turned me on. Her full lips pulled back revealing her delicate teeth. After she bit into her burger, her lips curled in pleasure while she chewed. When her pink tongue traced her lips, I had to look away. If I stared much more, I’d be stuck here for an hour calming down.
I hunted among my fries for the tiny shriveled ones. Kerry added the choice brown ones from her plate as well. “Thanks,” I said.
“Ah-huh.” Under the table, she hooked her foot around mine. She made sure to catch my eye before sticking her finger in her mouth, sucking off a bit of ketchup.
Ooh, she’s getting saucy! Even better—next week we’re back to her POV. We get to know what’s going on in that sexy brain of hers.
Antoinette M-- 