A Good Little Girl Like You (A Sample)

she did.

Rebecca didn't want to be petty about the money. Her

annoyance wasn't really about that, anyway. The problem

was the entire package, which had some wonderful parts to

it, but several annoying parts, too. Maybe she really needed

to loosen up a bit, but she was having trouble with that

right now.

They got up from the table and started to leave. As they

walked past other tables, a woman's voice called out. "Hey

there, O.E.!" Two fairly attractive women were having

dinner. Both of them waved and gave him snarky little

smiles.

Is this the siren cry of a former lover? Or did every

woman, even mere acquaintances, salivate over him?

Rebecca realized that O.E. was gorgeous enough to elicit

desire wherever he went. Totally not what she was used to in

a man.

He paused briefly at the table. "Well, well. I didn't know

you two knew each other."

The woman who had called out his name narrowed her

eyes. "Turns out we have more in common than we

thought." They both giggled.

Make that two former lovers. Did she really expect that

someone like O.E. wouldn't have women hanging all over

him? He even admitted to her, when they first met, that

women threw themselves at him. Now she could see it in

action.

O.E. seemed a bit uncomfortable. Nice of him to notice

that he was on a date with someone else. "Right. Well, I'll

leave you two alone. Later." He escorted Rebecca the rest of

the way out of the restaurant at a brisk pace.

Standing on the sidewalk, O.E. tried to explain. "I'm

sorry I didn't introduce you to those women. It was a bit

awkward."

"I understand, O.E. We've both had other lovers."

Although he'd clearly had many more.

He wrapped his arm around her waist. "Thanks for

understanding, Becky."

Did he have to use my least favorite nickname? She

really wasn't in the mood. Normally, she'd be able to calmly

ask him not to call her that. But suddenly, after his flirting,

his caginess, his ego, and his inability to pay for dinner, the

nickname managed to aggravate her. Her mood was shot.

Not even one of his kisses could help him now.

Rebecca pushed away and furrowed her brow. "Please

don't call me Becky. Just because you shorten your name

down to single letters, doesn't mean I like to do the same."

He seemed to sense her anger and narrowed his eyes.

"What's wrong with Becky?"

"I hate it, and all other nicknames. I'm Rebecca, and

that's the way I like it." She needed an apology from him,