by A. L. Zaun
I sighed. Other than the fact that the man oozed sex appeal, he wasn't that horrible once you got to know him. He was weird with his World War II obsession, but he was funny and sometimes a little sweet. And…nothing. He was an asshole.
Pathetic, Madison. Really, you're being absolutely pathetic, giving this jerk a second thought. Get this under control.
I looked at my phone one more time and shut it off. If he called, I didn't want to talk to him. If he didn't, I'd preferred not knowing. I'd deal with it when I had some distance. I'm pitiful.
I slipped my phone in my purse and was determined to put all of this behind me. For God's sake, I didn't do this, ever.
I made my way through the airport. The rush of the crowd and marathon to the gate was just the antidote to my weak-minded thinking. This was perfect, exactly what I needed. Relief washed over me.
As I reached my gate, my shoulders dropped. My carry-on fell to the floor and my head hung low as I cried, "NO!"
Dejected, I trudged my way through the mass of displaced passengers and sought refuge in the American Airlines Admiral's Club. It was my luck that the flight had been delayed due to inclement weather. There was no amount of luxury or first class service to reverse my frustration. Impatiently, I tapped my manicured fingers on my pant legs as I stared out the window on this cloudy and drab January morning.
My empty cup, spoon, and tea bag were neatly set on the table in front of me. "Would you like some more tea?" asked Tiffany, the perky and customer friendly attendant.
I looked up at her with a flat smile. "Yes, please." She replaced the small kettle, a selection of teas, and a fresh cup.
I really didn't want tea. I needed a stiff drink. Fuck it, I had to get laid. I needed that. I closed my eyes, relaxing and let myself go to my happy place.
I needed to feel the heat of a man's body against mine. I longed for his hands to touch me, fondle me, and grope me. I wanted to feel his dick pressed up against me.
The thought of grabbing his hard cock and toying with it, licking and sucking it, and then sliding down on it and riding it caused a soft tremor to flow through me and made my pussy throb. I could feel a warm heat radiate off me, and I bit my curled lip. I let my head fall to the side as I pressed my legs together, my body relaxing. Yes, this was exactly what the doctor ordered.
Feeling his warm breath brush against my neck, I was shaken from my fantasy. The sensation sent a shiver through my already aroused body. "I hope you're thinking about what I'm going to do to you tonight."
My eyes popped open. "Alex…"
A.L. Zaun graduated from Florida International University with a degree in English Literature a long time ago. A degree she didn’t use at all in her professional endeavors. She loves to read, write and take pictures. She walks around with her camera, and most importantly she has her e-reader available at all times. Healthcare Management by day, Mommy in the evening and most nights, you can find her sitting in front of her laptop with a bottle of Diet Pepsi, bringing the voices in her head to life on the pages of her debut novel, The Do Over.
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Table of Contents
Prologue
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
Chapter 21
Chapter 22
Chapter 23
Chapter 24
Chapter 25
Chapter 26
Chapter 27
Chapter 28
Chapter 29
Chapter 30
Chapter 31
Chapter 32
Chapter 33
Chapter 34
Chapter 35
Chapter 36
Chapter 37
Chapter 38
Chapter 39
Chapter 40
Chapter 41
Chapter 42
Chapter 43
Chapter 44
Chapter 45
Chapter 46
Chapter 47
Chapter 48
Chapter 49
Chapter 50
Chapter 51
Chapter 52
Chapter 53
Chapter 54
Chapter 55
Chapter 56
Chapter 57
Chapter 58
Chapter 59
Chapter 60
Chapter 61
Chapter 62
Chapter 63
Epilogue
Acknowledgments
It's Not Over
About the Author