“But she’s so sweet. It’s adorable.” The two of them examine me as though I’m a kitten, the man with something I surmise must be lust, Jenny with more than a hint of aggression.
And then the door slams in my face. I could knock again, demand that they honor my request...
This encounter has told me that I’m not likely to get very far. I have no choice but to turn back to my apartment and, given the late hour, return to bed.
Alone.
Always alone.
If my mother was still in my life, she would have reminded me that people who spend their nights fornicating are little more than animals and that I am far above them. I have a loftier purpose.
But she wouldn’t have said it with love, just her belief that the genes she selected for me—hers and the ones belonging to a carefully chosen, anonymous sperm donor—were superior.
Right this moment, I can find no comfort in that. I should be celebrating, with my doctorates in hand and life before me.
But I’m not. Right this moment, I want to be normal. I want to a fornicating animal. I don’t want to be the girl that the neighbours look at like a freak.
Intellect can’t push my emotions aside as I stiffly return to my bedroom. I’m straightening the sheets when I again hear voices on the other side of the wall.
“Why’d you slam the door?” It’s the man’s voice, a low rumble through the drywall. “She was cute. I wanted to ask her to join us.”
“Do you have a nerd fetish now? I’m into role playing, but I’m not wearing those horrible pajamas for you.” I can see Jenny’s shudder in my mind’s eye, and I stand, suddenly cold, frozen in place. “Besides, she wouldn’t have a clue what to do with you.”
“Maybe a little innocence isn’t a bad thing.” I’d have to be deaf to miss the note in the man’s voice, the fact that he’s goading her. Jenny, however, does, or else simply chooses to ignore it, secure in her own plentiful charms.
“She has no friends, she dresses like a grandma, and unless she’s talking about astrology, she can’t hold a conversation.”
“Astrology?”
“Yeah. You know. The stars and shit.”
“I think you mean astronomy.”
“Whatever.”
I’m slightly incredulous at the lack of brainpower of my one time student. Do men really prize breasts enough to overlook this?
“My point is, she’s like a doctor or something, and she’s still, like, a teenager. She’s a freak. And probably a virgin, too.”
A virgin. According to Jenny Paul, age twenty two, being a virgin is a fate worse than freakdom.
I’m not entirely sure that she’s wrong.
“So she’s like Doogie Hauser.” The man sounds more intrigued by my lack of experience than anything, but I know that can’t be right. No man in his right man wants a girl my age who can name the parts of penis but has no idea what to do with one.
“Who?”
“Doogie Hauser, MD. This old show about a sixteen year old doctor... never mind.” He breaks off with a laugh. “You’re too young to know.”
“I am young.” The promise is rich in Jenny’s voice. “Young. Supple. And don’t forget kinky.”
“How could I forget kinky?” The man growls, and Jenny squeals. “Come to daddy. You’ve been a bad girl. You need a spanking.”
Thump.
Bang.
About the authors
Lauren Hawkeye/ Lauren Jameson never imagined that she'd wind up telling stories for a living... though when she looks back, it's easy to see that she's the only one who is surprised. Always "the kid who read all the time", Lauren made up stories about her favorite characters once she'd finished a book... and once spent an entire year narrating her own life internally. No, really. But where she was just plain odd before publication, now she can at least claim to have an artistic temperament.
Lauren lives in the Rocky Mountains of Alberta, Canada with her husband, toddler, pit bull and idiot cat, though they do not live in an igloo, nor do they drive a dogsled. In her nonexistent spare time Lauren can be found knitting (her husband claims that her snobby yarn collection is exorbitant), reading anything she can get her hands on, or sweating her way through spin class. She loves to hear from her readers! You can contact Lauren through her website, www.laurenhawkeye.com or on Twitter @LaurenHJameson. And if you like chance at getting advanced copies of books, are interested in reviewing, or just want to chatter about hot men and interesting things, make sure to join the Reader Group that Lauren shares with the amazing Suzanne Rock on Facebook, Lauren Lovelies/ Suzanne and Ava’s Awesome Readers.
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Other books by Lauren Hawkeye:
New adult romance
Three Little Words
Spring Fling (with Julia Kent, Sara Fawkes and Cathryn Fox)
Love Me For Me
Love Me If You Dare
A Bride for a Billionaire
One Night With The Billionaire (coming soon)
Contemporary BDSM romance
Linger
Breathe
Blush
Surrender to Temptation
Fling (With Sara Fawkes and Cathryn Fox)
Historical romance
Seduced by the Gladiator
My Wicked Gladiators
Kindle Worlds Exclusive
The Arrangement: The Chase
Dare to Love: The Billionaire’s Dare
And more!
See her websites for complete booklists
www.laurenhawkeye.com
www.laurenjameson.com
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