Category: Cindi Madsen

So you like to read? Or listen, anyway?””I’ve found it helps me stay on the treadmill longer. But I always like to have a paperback on hand, too. I need to swing by the bookstore for another one, actually.

Oh, I’m just checking out books.” I glanced at the one I was holding. Somehow, of all the places I could duck into, I’d wound up in the erotica section. In my hands was a book about bondage. Somebody kill me now.

Every now and then, we change our minds. It’s our prerogative. The big secret is” – I leaned in conspiratorially – “sometimes, even we don’t know why. There are times after we pick a fight where we’re as confused as you are. But there’s no way we’re admitting it.” I shrugged a shoulder, “That’s why we have boobs.”Jake’s eyebrows shot up.”See, after we’ve acted crazy, and the guy’s wondering what he’s doing with us, we use them to mesmerize him, so he forgets that we’re crazy.” I shot Jake my most seductive smile and leaned the assets in question against his arm. “And by the way, if you look at my cleavage right now, even though I’m the one talking about it, I’ll accuse you of not caring about what I saw and of just treating me like an object.”Jake swallowed hard, keeping eye contact with me, though I could tell he was fighting his impulse to look down. A mischievous glint flickered through his eyes. “And treating you like an object would be bad?

Cinderella was the first fairy tale I remember – the one I was most obsessed with because of the gowns and magic and pretty shoes. Yes, her home life was less than ideal – and considering the talking mice and birds, she probably needed serious therapy.

You don’t even know me,” I said.”And whose fault is that?””Cinderella’s”Two creases formed between Jake’s eyebrows.”Cinderella’s?””Yeah, Cinderella screwed me over.” Without any more explanation, I got into my car, pulled the door closed, and fired up the engine.

He put his hand on my thigh. “No worries, I got you now babe.

There’s this party tomorrow night. The client with all the ex-husbands is throwing it, and I’ve got to go. I know it’s last minute, and that Fridays are really busy for you. I’m also sure it’s going to be boring. Anyway, if you can’t go, I completely understand. But if you don’t come with me, I’ll be forced to meet rich, eligible bachelors who may or may not have all their original teeth and hair.”I bit my nail as I waited for his answer, trying to prepare myself for the possibility he couldn’t go.”You’re not really giving me much of a choice,” Jake said. “Not when I know you’ve got a weakness for bald men with dentures.

Why didn’t you tell me I had syrup on my face?” Lyla asked when I settled behind the steering wheel. Her tongue darted out, licking the corner of her lip. I went to put the key in the ignition and missed.

As for the making out with strangers, that was a one-time thing. Jeff keeps texting, and I feel bad, but I’ve been ignoring him — the kissing was just so awful.””Yeah, he’d probably not be a good choice for number seven either.

When I mentioned that I’d always wanted to have sex against the wall with a woman in a skirt, she said, “Well, how convenient. I just so happen to have a skirt on, and there are several walls in here.