On the Prowl for a Curious Guy (The Ten Minute Tease, #1) (eBook, ePUB)
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I've got a talent for identifying curious guys. It's kind of my thing.Right now I've got my sights set on the young guy who works down at the local ice cream parlor. It's not like he's ever said anything overtly... but I can tell. From the small glances he sends my way, to how he remembers my favorite flavor of ice cream, already has it ready for me when I walk in the door.He might not even be ready to admit it to himself. But I'm never wrong. Just give me ten minutes alone with him, ten minutes to work my magic, and I'll have the proof... right here in my hands.---Excerpt:I set the beer down ...
I've got a talent for identifying curious guys. It's kind of my thing.
Right now I've got my sights set on the young guy who works down at the local ice cream parlor. It's not like he's ever said anything overtly... but I can tell. From the small glances he sends my way, to how he remembers my favorite flavor of ice cream, already has it ready for me when I walk in the door.
He might not even be ready to admit it to himself. But I'm never wrong. Just give me ten minutes alone with him, ten minutes to work my magic, and I'll have the proof... right here in my hands.
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Excerpt:
I set the beer down on the cheap coffee table between us, licking my lips. "I came here to make you an offer, Jerry." He sits up a little, suddenly suspicious. "I thought you said we were just going to talk." "We are going to talk," I assure him with a wry smile. "We're going to talk about… my offer." He chuckles at that, and hearing him laugh puts me at ease. "Which is?" he asks, sitting back against the cushion. "All I ask for is ten minutes of your time," I say, inching toward the edge of my chair. "To do what?" I shrug. "To tease you." "Now wait a minute," he says, putting his beer down next to mine. "Just my hands," I say, holding them up, as if for proof. "I won't do anything, go anywhere, touch anything, you don't want me to, but…" He sits back again, dragging his beer with him. "I need to be drunker than this," he says, taking a big slug. But he hasn't kicked me out, and now I start to feel it… that fuzziness in the pit of my stomach as I picture my hands on his body, young, vulnerable, and quivering beneath my touch, panting, sweating, begging for more. He's going to go for it. I can tell.
Right now I've got my sights set on the young guy who works down at the local ice cream parlor. It's not like he's ever said anything overtly... but I can tell. From the small glances he sends my way, to how he remembers my favorite flavor of ice cream, already has it ready for me when I walk in the door.
He might not even be ready to admit it to himself. But I'm never wrong. Just give me ten minutes alone with him, ten minutes to work my magic, and I'll have the proof... right here in my hands.
---
Excerpt:
I set the beer down on the cheap coffee table between us, licking my lips. "I came here to make you an offer, Jerry." He sits up a little, suddenly suspicious. "I thought you said we were just going to talk." "We are going to talk," I assure him with a wry smile. "We're going to talk about… my offer." He chuckles at that, and hearing him laugh puts me at ease. "Which is?" he asks, sitting back against the cushion. "All I ask for is ten minutes of your time," I say, inching toward the edge of my chair. "To do what?" I shrug. "To tease you." "Now wait a minute," he says, putting his beer down next to mine. "Just my hands," I say, holding them up, as if for proof. "I won't do anything, go anywhere, touch anything, you don't want me to, but…" He sits back again, dragging his beer with him. "I need to be drunker than this," he says, taking a big slug. But he hasn't kicked me out, and now I start to feel it… that fuzziness in the pit of my stomach as I picture my hands on his body, young, vulnerable, and quivering beneath my touch, panting, sweating, begging for more. He's going to go for it. I can tell.
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