A Good Little Girl Like You (A Sample)

He got up and pulled her to her feet. With his hands

wrapped around her backside, he cupped each cheek. "And

as for your butt, there's nothing wrong with it at all. You've

got perfect curves, all the way down. Believe me, I've

studied this, and I look forward to studying it more later.

Don't get confused by the twisted image of women that the

media feeds us-your butt is super fine. You've got shape."

His hands reached up to her head, and his thumbs

touched the bridge of her nose where the line of freckles

crossed it. He then followed the freckles, down her nose

and under her eyes, his thumbs tracing it out. "Have I told

you that your freckles are super sexy? They are. They give

you a hot little mask that I can stare at all day." He stepped

back and nodded his head. "So don't give me any crap about

not being good looking, because that's wrong."

O.E. roamed his eyes up and down her body, his lips

curled as he took in her revealing outfit. Then he grabbed

her chin and turned her head from side to side. "Your sister

is a jealous bitch. She knows she'll never be as beautiful as

you. I can't wait to see her. Now stop this and eat. The food

is getting cold."

They sat back down and resumed dinner. Rebecca

fidgeted in the ensuing silence. "Lauren's not bad looking."

"Got any pictures?"

"Hardly any, I try not to remind myself about her."

"Good. Forget her. She can't be as pretty as you, because

you are the best looking woman I know."

It sounds like such a line. But he wasn't making a joke of

it-he seemed sincere.

Rebecca smiled a tiny bit. "There you go again with the

superlatives. I guess a man with a big ego understands the

importance of stroking other people's egos." Her smile

widened. "Is there anything you don't do well?"

"I'm actually not a very good surfer. But I love it, and so

will you."

"You still think I'm going surfing with you in Malibu?"

O.E. arched an eyebrow and stared. "Of course you are.

If you like superlatives, that is. It's awesome fun."

Soon their spicy Chinese feast was done. They cleared

away the dishes and made their way to the living room. O.E.

motioned Rebecca to the sofa, and they sat together. With

one arm behind her back, he waved the other over the

coffee table, indicating a pile of movies. "Ready for a movie,

or would you rather skip to the feature presentation?"

I want the feature presentation, but I'm willing to