A Good Little Girl Like You (A Sample)

she spoke the words. O.E. might be a huge mistake, but he

bristled with a level of excitement that she had never

experienced before. If she agreed, would he kiss her right

there in the hallway? She felt a little embarrassed, but she

couldn't deny that she wanted to grab that chiseled jaw and

kiss that arrogant mouth.

And she was free from Quentin, so why shouldn't she

should go for this? Quentin was handsome and secure, but

totally passionless. O.E. was much more handsome, far less

secure, and already appeared to be significantly more

passionate. Not the worst combination.

She even thought back to the professor and wondered

how he stacked up. The professor was certainly less

attractive, offered no security at all, and his passion was a

manipulative deception. Because of her bad experience

with him, she had been willing to settle down with

Quentin. But perhaps she had made a mistake when she'd

sacrificed passion for honesty.

O.E. is a total stranger. Except that he wasn't. He was

just someone new, from Dan's side of the wedding party.

What could possibly go wrong? Other than everything.

Let go. She obeyed her inner thoughts and plunged into

the deep end of the trouble pool, her heart pounding.

"Show me."

O.E. broke into a hungry smile. He reached up with

both hands and gently held her head. His forehead touched

hers. Some people came down the hall, brushing against

them as they passed, and that broke the mood.

"Not here." His deep whisper sent a surge through her

body. He pulled back and took her hand, continuing down

the hall away from the music. Stopping at a door, he pulled

her inside and closed the door behind them.

The noise of the party dulled considerably in the dark,

empty room. Faint streetlight came through high windows

and lit up neat rows of desks. They were in a classroom, the

walls covered with children's artwork. He left the lights off

and held her shoulders, his hundred watt eyes providing all

the illumination they needed.

Rebecca wondered why she felt safe, alone here with

this tall, powerful stranger. Somehow, she wasn't afraid-he

wouldn't hurt her. But he could easily overpower her, seduce

her. After a year with Quentin, she found herself strangely

excited by such a possibility.

One of his hands worked its way slowly across her

shoulder, then softly up her neck. Rebecca shivered as his

hand caressed her, and she bent her head away, giving him

more neck to enjoy.

Is this really happening? She felt tingles run through her

body where his hand touched her. He let go of her to pull a