A Good Little Girl Like You (A Sample)

during her entire business trip. When she woke up this

morning, back in her own bed, she even fantasized about

finding him next to her. But now, standing before his door,

a small sense of reluctance reemerged. There was

something vaguely unsettling about O.E. For example, the

mere fact that he was so desperate for housing that he was

willing to take a month at Dan's place. What would he do

after that? Would Dan let him stay or would he be out on

the street?

As much as O.E.'s approach to life annoyed her, she

knew that as soon as she saw him, she would fall under his

spell. The man was so captivating. She remembered that

kiss and involuntarily touched her lips, still able to feel the

heat. Before she could deliberate further, she rang the bell.

O.E. opened the door and beamed at her. He was

dressed casually, too-barefoot, with shorts and a torn T-shirt

that closely followed the lines of his tall and, let's face

it, super muscular frame. That square but broken jaw was

no longer bandaged, and she could see the bruise on his

chin. Other than that, he looked pretty much the same as

when they first met. He looked amazing.

Rebecca took a few seconds to slow her heart. She tried

not to think about his lips-she would take this one step at

a time. Good thing she hadn't dressed up.

O.E. wrapped his arm around her waist and pulled her

into the living room. As if it would protect her, she raised

the bag of food to show him. He sniffed it and smiled.

"Smells good."

"Your favorite: spicy lamb ragout from Alimentary."

O.E. frowned and dropped his head. "Can't chew it."

"Oh come on, O.E. I already figured that part out. I had

them blend it for you."

O.E. lit up and threw his other arm around her, giving

her a hug. "You're the best!" She hugged him back, burying

her face in his chest and inhaling his crisp lemon scent.

This guy was so ripped that she could feel his muscles flex

as he held her tight. Suddenly, O.E. let go of her and took

the bag of food. "Right this way!" He crossed the living

room and entered the kitchen.

Rebecca followed, exploring Dan's place as she went.

The living room was spacious but simple, warmly lit with

two sofas wrapped around a large coffee table. Artwork

adorned the walls, but she couldn't stop to examine the

pieces because O.E. had left the room. She followed him