A Good Little Girl Like You (A Sample)

Why shouldn't I?" Then he took Rebecca's hand and stared

warmly into her eyes with another award-winning smile.

"We'll go for a ride when I get it."

Rebecca laughed lightly. "It sounds like fun. I like the

idea of floating in the air. More fun than surfing, I bet."

O.E. inhaled sharply and flashed a look of fake shock.

"Nothing's more fun than surfing!" This was clearly a

serious topic for him, not one to be treated lightly. Still, his

assertion made her think of so many possible replies.

She couldn't resist. " Nothing is more fun than surfing?"

She eyed him with mock surprise and a lewd smile.

He waved his hand to admit defeat. "You're right, I

misspoke. Sex with you would be much more fun than

surfing."

Talk about direct. She had wondered when he would

pounce on that subject-he'd had plenty of opportunities.

Still, most men were discrete and danced around the topic

with tact. O.E. blurted out whatever he was thinking at any

moment in the conversation. He was frank and jarringly

honest. For a poor, unemployed, and homeless man, he

exuded a level of confidence that seemed out of place.

She teased him-there was no other way to respond.

"You are such a dreamer."

"Well, you've got me there-I am a dreamer. I'm not

going to deny that I've dreamed of making love to you.

Don't tell me the thought hasn't crossed your mind either."

He held up a finger before Rebecca could answer, then went

on. "But more to the point, I dream of taking you surfing.

It's an earth-shaking thrill that you cannot believe until you

do it. I recommend it to everyone, and I'd love to teach you."

He took a few seconds to run his gaze up and down

Rebecca. His eyes had such heat that they burnt away her

clothes and made her feel naked. Naked, but worshipped.

She bit a corner of her lip.

He leaned closer. "I couldn't help but notice that you

have a fine athletic body. What's your sport?"

Rebecca gave him a shy grin. "I used to do gymnastics. I

specialized in balance beam."

O.E. gave her a satisfied smile and nodded slowly.

"Excellent! You should be a natural on a surfboard."

"I've heard otherwise. A friend of mine tried it and

failed miserably. They're actually very different sports. The

balance beam doesn't move on you-it's always in the same

place when you put your foot down. A surfboard is all over

the place."

"Yeah, but sticks are much wider and coated with wax

so you don't slip."

"Sticks?"

"Sorry, slang for surfboards."