A Good Little Girl Like You (A Sample)

signal something important. "Don't look now, but Tarzan is

heading our way."

Alice, you horny girl. She was always drooling over the

latest hottie. The only thing that could tear her away from a

car was a man. Someday, Tarzan would swoop down and

scoop Alice up in his arms. But until that day came, she

would have to make do with her imagination.

Rebecca giggled. "Ooh! Is he with Jane?" It was

supposed to be a joke, but Alice didn't respond-her stare

only grew larger. This was serious. "Can I look yet?"

"No, don't! You'll ruin it. Besides, you're the target here.

This guy is definitely checking you out."

He's looking at me? That was unexpected. Alice was the

one who usually got all the attention, her height acting like

a beacon to draw men in from across any room. Since when

did a jungle man pay any attention to a diminutive woman

like Rebecca? "You're joking, right?"

Alice was probably exaggerating, turning some

disgusting creepster into her version of Tarzan. Her eyes

darted back to look briefly at Rebecca. "I'm serious! Be cool,

and act like you're talking to me."

"I am talking to you." Rebecca was itching to turn

around and look at this supposed ape man who was stalking

her across the urban jungle. She no longer had the ability to

be cool.

Alice kept her face toward Rebecca, but her eyes

wandered. "Yep. As I expected." She nodded and gave

Rebecca a shadow of a smile.

Stop playing games with me. "What? What! Tell me

already." Rebecca gritted her teeth.

"He's circling around. Keep facing my way, you'll see

him soon." Alice attempted to act casual, but she had a bad

poker face and gave off countless tells-her mouth working,

her fingers twitching. Something big was about to happen.

Rebecca pictured a scruffy jungle man, swinging by on a

vine. She held her breath and waited for the truth to

emerge-it had to happen soon.

The first thing she noticed was the golden head of hair,

flowing in waves down to well-muscled shoulders and arms.

He had a sculpted jaw and wore a hint of a smile. A smile for

her.

"Whoa," she muttered under her breath. He seemed like

he should be somebody famous, perhaps a movie actor or a

model. Tall, trim, and tan, he showed off his rugged good

looks in a tight-fitting tank top. Loose shorts hung from

narrow hips, revealing a fine physique. Even his legs were

striking, covered with a light dusting of blond hair. So hot.

She let her jaw go slack.

Tarzan, indeed. With his eyes on her, he turned his head