A Good Little Girl Like You (A Sample)

you sort of reminded me of Tarzan with that long hair."

He dropped his arms. "In that case, I'll take it as a

compliment." His gaze wandered shamelessly, all over her

body. "Ever surf?"

"Never."

He nodded his head. "Then I'm going to have to teach

you."

Rebecca chuckled. "Just like that? We meet at a party,

and suddenly we're going surfing? I am impressed. Did you

offer to teach Bubbles how to surf?"

"Bubbles?" He smirked. "Do you mean Suzanne?"

"Yeah, I thought the name fit her."

His smirk grew into an appreciative grin. "It does. And

that's why I didn't offer to teach her to surf. Fine eye candy,

but way too trampy. You know, too much makeup, a tiny

little skirt, hair sprayed into perfection. There's a certain

desperation in that kind of look that I can't stand." He

shook his head. "You may have noticed that she and I lasted

for only one dance. Women like her are always throwing

themselves at me."

Oh you poor boy. Anyone could see that he was

handsome, but she wondered why he felt the need to state

it. She tried to act indifferent. "Really? I hadn't noticed."

He gave her a sly smile. "Yes you did. I saw the look of

jealousy when 'Bubbles' launched herself between us. And I

saw something else in your eyes, too. You're attracted to

me."

She figured that his self-centered attitude was a typical

result of being so beautiful. But she didn't want to play the

doting female just yet. Perhaps in another minute.

"I might be attracted to you. But just because you spend

all day bodybuilding and surfing doesn't make you God's

gift to women."

"It doesn't?" He leaned closer. "What works for you? I

hope you're not one of those gold diggers who only wants to

date a rich and powerful Westerley."

Rebecca frowned. "You have nothing to fear on that

front. I make a nice living, and I don't really like the so-called

'rich and powerful.'"

He arched an eyebrow. "What's wrong with rich people?

I thought everyone wants to be rich."

Go ahead, tell him. She didn't like to talk much about

her first job. And there wasn't a whole lot to say-it lasted

less than five days. But somehow she felt compelled to

mention it. Perhaps it was his warm, comforting voice or

the incredible power that seemed to flow from him. Also,

she figured that a surf bum wouldn't care about the incident

and certainly wouldn't know any of the players involved.

Rebecca couldn't say why, but for some reason, she felt safe

telling him.