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A night at home on the computer doesn’t have to be boring…
Feel like chatting? Or maybe doing something more daring? The stranger reaching out across cyberspace could be a creepy pervert, but what if he wasn’t? What if he’s a vampire, the sexy boy next door, or even your gorgeous boss? Thirteen tales explore all the delicious possibilities when online relationships lead to sexy encounters away from the keyboard.
My story is titled Willing Her, and it’s about a lonely female mortician who decides to give a dating site for people who have stigmatic jobs a try. She ends up going out to with a fire-eater who has a very paranormal secret and they wind up enjoying some interesting desert!
She wished he’d say something. Damn it, he’s looking at me as if he wants to eat me up. He chuckled as she thought her fleeting thought, but he did pull his eyes away and she let out a sigh of relief. He was just too intense, and she didn’t know how to deal with that. “I haven’t been out on a date in a very long time.” His voice was sad as he made the confession.
“That’s surprising. You’re very attractive, and with your exotic occupation I’d imagine you’d have fans lined up down the block to spend time with you,” Jamie replied candidly. She felt the heat of her flush warm her cheeks as she realized how terrible her words sounded. “I mean, you’re the kind of man many women would want.” That sounded even worse. Oh, God, what’s he probably thinking of me?
“You’re delightful. I have been without companionship for far too long. I made this choice after I lost my mate—wife. She died, and I did all I could, but nature won and I was helpless to defeat death and keep her with me.”
In her line of work, she’d heard many people speak of death, but she’d never heard it put quite like this. “I’m sorry. You’re so young. Her death must have come as a real shock. There’s never anything someone else can say to take away your pain, and it’s a suffering you’d never want to just give away, but I’m sure she knew you loved her.” With his intense eyes, how could any woman not see this man’s emotions? She liked open people.
“We hide in different ways, Jamie. Expressing one’s self openly doesn’t mean we are without our secrets.”
Whoa, this guy is perceptive. Maybe I’m eye-talking my impressions. He chuckled again and she did all she could to wipe any trace of her shock from her face. She wanted to ask how his wife died, but she didn’t want to be rude.
“My wife wasn’t strong enough to…” He trailed off and looked unsure. Once again, his words were eerily mind reader accurate.
“What wasn’t she strong enough for?” Jamie’s voice was sympathetic.
“It doesn’t matter now, she’s gone.”
“How long has it been?” she asked, afraid to hear the answer. She hoped he’d given himself proper time to grieve or this wasn’t going to go anywhere.
Darrick gave her an ironic smile, and she could see he was amused with her, but she had no idea why that simple question could be funny.
“Let’s just say it’s been a very long time,” he replied cryptically.
The man couldn’t be over thirty-five. She wondered if very long was six months or six years. Vague didn’t sit well with her.
Melinda returned with Jamie’s drink and the appetizer. The platter of deep fried delights looked delicious. She could see it was an assortment of jalapenos, pickles, and a couple of other deep fried vegetables. Batter rendered some of them almost unrecognizable. He picked up one and dipped it in sauce. She did the same thing. When he glanced up at her and grinned, she bit her lip to keep from sighing.
“Are you ready to order?” Melinda asked the question directly to Darrick. Her focus was so intently on him that Jamie had the urge to wave her hand in front of the woman’s face.
“Yes, I’ll have your Rancher’s steak platter, no potatoes just bring me the steak as rare as your chef will allow,” he ordered then turned to Jamie. “You would like this as well, only with your meat ruined?”
Jamie rolled her eyes. “I’ll take the smaller steak, the six ounce please, well done. I’ll have the Rancher Fries please, but leave the chili sauce off please.”
Melinda didn’t look at Jamie at all, but nodded. “I’ll get that right in for you. Is there anything, anything else I can do for you?” The server pressed her breasts so close to Darrick Jamie worried the poor man might lose an eye. Is it my imagination or is the woman getting more ridiculous as the night goes on?
Darrick glanced at her and snorted a quick laugh. Jamie realized he knew the woman was practically offering herself as the meal too. The man was too hot for her own good. It would never work. She should just leave before she really started to like him.
“That would be a shame,” he said frowning. Melinda walked away, but kept looking back over her shoulder at Darrick.
Now she was freaking out. Not a single word had left her lips, and yet he knew exactly what she was thinking.