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  I twirled my small drink small between my thumb and finger and tried for a coy look.

  “Well,” I began throatily. “I figured I’d check out all of the planned activities, but I’m also open to spending the weekend in bed. It all just depends…”

  Vic’s eyes widened, then got heavy. I could see his pulse in his neck, and my heart rate picked up when he cleared his throat and asked, “Depends on what?”

  I leaned in, arching a bit so my cleavage was on full display.

  Vic’s gaze flickered down, his tongue darted out to wet his lips, then he brought his heated stare back to my face.

  “On whether or not I find someone who’s interested in heating things up this weekend.”

  Vic let out a sound that was a cross between a groan and a squeak and I felt a thrill of feminine awareness run through me.

  This approach definitely seemed to be working. I was beginning to like my inner vixen.

  Vic cleared his throat again, and this time when he spoke, his tone was low and rough, and I felt each word like a caress along my spine.

  “I’m interested,” he said, and I smiled.

  I probably looked like a cat about to pounce, but I was completely okay with that. Playing the part of a sexually confident woman, was actually making me feel like one, and I found that I really enjoyed the sense of power it gave me.

  “Perfect,” I cooed, then asked, “So, what do you say we get out of here?”

  Before I could rise, Vic was out of his chair and helping me out of mine. I felt his hand on my hair as he brushed it back off of my neck, and leaned down, bringing his lips inches from my ear.

  “I say… yes. I’m yours to do whatever you want this weekend.”

  Four

  By the time we got to my room, my palms were sweating, and the vixen officially had cold feet.

  I placed my hand on the door handle, looked up at Vic, down at my hand, and back again, unsure of what to do.

  His hand covered mine.

  “Hey,” Vic said softly, and I forced my gaze back up to his face. “There’s no pressure here. No rules, or expectations. What do you say, you go in and get comfortable, and I’ll go throw on some basketball shorts and a t-shirt, then I’ll come back? We can order room service, watch TV, talk, or whatever?”

  “You had me at room service,” I replied with a small smile, relieved that he was being so cool about this, especially after how strong I’d come on at the bar.

  Vic’s grin was slightly crooked as he dropped his hand and said, “Then, I’ll be right back. Order me a burger with everything?”

  I nodded, holding back a laugh as he jogged to the elevator, like he couldn’t wait to get back.

  Once he was gone, I let myself inside and started taking off articles of clothing as I crossed the room. The urge to toss them around was strong, I mean, I was on vacation after all, but, since I knew I’d have company, I hung up my dress and folded my spanx. The latter of which I shoved deep into the back of the drawer, where no one could find them.

  I pulled on my pajama’s, which were teal shorts and a tank top with burgers and fries on them, and opted to keep my bra on. I didn’t want to give Vic mixed signals, since I wasn’t sure if I’d be able to get my mojo back tonight or not, and it seemed cruel to tease him with unbound breasts.

  My boobs were one of my best features. Large, with very sensitive nipples. Not to brag, but, they were known to make men’s eyes bug out, and sometimes, drool a little.

  I called down to room service, including a bottle of wine and a six-pack of beer, with the burgers, since I wasn’t sure what Vic wanted to drink, then went about tidying up before finally settling on the bed and picking up the remote.

  I’d settled on Worst Cooks in America, when I heard a knock on my door.

  It was too soon to be room service, so it had to be Vic. My stomach tightened, in a pleasant way, as I looked out the peephole.

  There he was… Tall, with that slightly messy jet-black hair, chiseled jaw, and gorgeous eyes, which held a hint of smolder.

  God, he really was nice to look at…

  When he knocked again, I jumped, giggled because I’d been staring through the peephole, then opened the door and gave him an embarrassed grin. If he’d been curious what was taking so long, that flush on my cheeks probably gave away the fact I’d been creeping through the door.

  Vic grinned, his eyes sweeping me from head to toe.

  “I like your jammies,” he said, when I moved to the side to let him in.

  I swallowed another giggle at the word jammies coming out of his mouth, and managed to say, “Thanks. Please, come in.”

  He walked inside and looked around as I shut the door behind us with a resounding thunk.

  I cleared my throat and said, “I already ordered, so it should be here soon.”

  As I stood there nervously, Vic crossed to the bed, kicked off his slides and made himself comfortable. He was wearing black basketball shorts and a black tank top, and when he crossed his arms behind his head and leaned back against the headboard, his biceps bulged in a very intriguing way.

  It was all I could do not to start panting, and at the direction of my thoughts, I felt my nipples begin to peak in my bra.

  It was a good thing I hadn’t left my breasts unbound, or Vic would definitely know that my thoughts had gone from room service to gutter real quick.

  “Is this show okay?” I asked, looked to the flickering TV, then back to him. “You can change it.”

  “This is great,” Vic replied easily. “This show cracks me up.”

  I rounded the bed and sat gingerly.

  I was sitting somewhat stiffly, eyes locked unseeing on the TV, when I felt his palm on my shoulder.

  “I won’t bite, I promise,” Vic said with a chuckle.

  My body churning with nerves, desire, and urges I haven’t felt in years, I scooted backwards on the bed until my back was flush against the headboard, and my thigh was brushing against Vics.

  I took a deep breath, then turned my face toward his. He was looking at the screen, not at me, which gave me courage.

  “What if I want you to?” I asked, my voice rough with emotion.

  Vic’s face slanted slightly toward me, and his hands reached out, lightning fast. Before I realized what was happening, I was across his lap and his lips were on mine.

  Wowza!

  His kiss was nothing like my husbands, who had a bit of a cold fish quality to him. No, Vic’s mouth was all heat. His lips were soft, yet firm, and he definitely knew how to use them.

  His fists were in my hair, on my back, squeezing my ass, as his tongue invaded my mouth with a swiftness.

  I groaned, straining toward him, trying to give back as much as I was getting.

  I was reaching for the hem of his shirt, eager to feel the heat of his skin, when there was a loud knock on the door.

  “Room Service.”

  I pulled back, panting, and noticed the sexy smirk on Vic’s face.

  What I wanted to do was strip off my clothes and mount him like a cowgirl, instead, I eased off of him and went to answer the door.

  Five

  So, by the time the room service attendant wheeled in our food, set it all up on the table, got his tip and went on his merry way, the mood had definitely shifted.

  The smell of burgers and fries filled the air, and suddenly, the need to eat was much greater than the need to fornicate. Vic seemed to be of the same mind, because, as soon as I snagged a fry, he sat down, grabbed a beer and dug in.

  “Oh my God, this is so good,” I moaned as I tried to wipe ketchup off my cheek.

  “It really is,” Vic agreed with a grin before taking a big bite of his burger.

  We stuffed our faces, finished a beer each, and then decided to call it a night.

  With my belly full of meat, potatoes, and beer, I didn’t feel remotely sexy, so when Vic suggested he go, I’d agreed.

  But, it had been with the promise to meet up again in the
morning.

  “Breakfast downstairs at eight?” Vic asked, his hand on the door handle.

  “How about nine?” I countered. If I didn’t have to get up with an alarm, I didn’t want to. I had enough alarms in my day to day life.

  “Sounds good,” Vic said, dropping a quick kiss on my lips before letting himself out of my room.

  Not wanting to be bothered again that night, I set the tray of dirty dishes outside the door, then grabbed another beer, got in bed, and settled in happily when I found Sweet Home Alabama playing on the TV.

  The next morning I awoke feeling refreshed and excited.

  I was eager to see Vic again and see if we still had that spark in the light of day. Plus, today was the reunion barbecue at the lake, and tonight was the big dance. Well, honestly, I was more excited about hanging out at the lake, than going to the dance, but, mostly, I was looking forward to breaking my slump and getting it on with Vic.

  Today was going to be the day, dammit.

  I was staying away from red meat, potatoes, and anything else that would make me feel stuffed and bloated.

  I didn’t set an alarm, so it was eight-thirty before I finally got out of bed and grabbed a quick shower, which meant I was about fifteen minutes late getting downstairs to meet Vic.

  “Sorry I’m late,” I said as I approached the table he was sitting at.

  “No worries, did you sleep well?” Vic asked.

  He was more casual today, in jeans and a V-neck t-shirt that matched his eyes. And, when his lips brushed mine in greeting, I felt a zing.

  Yup, chemistry is still there…

  “Sooo good, you?” I asked, taking the seat across from him.

  “Yeah, the bed was really comfortable, and it was nice to sleep in a little, and still have time to hit the gym before breakfast.”

  “You went to the gym this morning?” I asked, feeling a little guilty about my laziness.

  Although, it explained why his body had zero percent body fat, and mine was a little cushy.

  “Coffee please,” I told the server when he approached.

  I guess it was rude of me not to wait for him to ask if I wanted anything, but, I really needed coffee.

  Vic chuckled and said, “I’ll take another, and, can we get menus please?”

  “Right away,” the server responded, then turned to quickly get our coffee, at least, that was my hope.

  “You still game to go to the lake today?” I asked, thinking the sight of him in a bathing suit would probably all it took to get my engine revved.

  “Yeah, barbecue and beach volleyball sounds fun. Unless…” Vic began, a small smile playing on his lips.

  “Unless?” I prompted.

  “Well, if the day in bed is still an option, I don’t mind skipping the festivities.”

  I barked out a laugh, then slapped my hand over my mouth.

  Wow, that was attractive.

  Red-faced, I cleared my throat and lowered my hand. I fought back my embarrassment, then plastered what I hoped was a confident smile on my face.

  “What do you say we check out the lake and see how things go from there?”

  Vic nodded, but before he could reply, the coffee gods smiled down on us and the server placed our steaming cups in front of us.

  “Thank you,” I told the server, clasping the mug between my hands.

  After laying menus in front of us, the server left again, with a promise to return shortly.

  “I think I can handle that,” Vic said, opening his menu, his eyes lowering to scan the pages.

  I looked longingly at the country fried steak and eggs, then tore my gaze away to look at the healthy heart options.

  When the server came back, I said, “You know, I’m not that hungry, I’ll just have the cottage cheese and fresh fruit.”

  The server then turned to Vic who added, “And, I’ll have the steak and eggs, over medium, with pancakes, and a side of bacon. Crispy.”

  My stomach grumbled at the thought and I realized miserably that I’d have to smell his bacon and steak while I tried to choke down my cottage cheese.

  “You know what?” I called to the server who’d started to turn away. “I guess I’m hungrier than I thought… can I change my order to the country fried steak and eggs? I’ll have the eggs sunny side up. Thanks.”

  What was the point of becoming someone else for this reunion, if I was still going to deny myself what I really wanted in order to fit some silly mold. This weekend was all about taking what I wanted, and darn it, I was going to apply it to all aspects of my life.

  Six

  I rode with Vic to the lake.

  Sure, I had the initial stranger danger thought when I got in the car, but, hell, if I was planning on sleeping with the man, I sure hoped I trusted him enough to get me to and from the lake safely.

  “Oh, wow, I forgot how beautiful it was here,” I exclaimed as we pulled into a parking spot with a view of the lake sparkling in front of us.

  “I don’t know how long it’s been since I’ve been here,” Vic said, his gaze on the lake as well. “Maybe, Senior year?”

  We both opened our doors and got out of his rental car. I had a bag in the back with a towel from the hotel… I hoped they didn’t mind… some suntan lotion, and a change of clothes. I was wearing a sundress over my bathing suit, just in case I decided to get in the water.

  We started toward the group already gathered at the pavilion. Some people had brought their families, so there were kids playing in the water. There was also a beach volleyball game going on, a few people already eating, and what looked to be a heated game of corn hole just outside the pavilion.

  “Are you hungry?” Vic asked, nodding toward the pavilion.

  “No, not really, that chicken fried steak is holding me over.”

  “Want to head down to The Straights?” he asked.

  The Straights was a section of the beach which had been a popular hangout in high school. Kids used to go there to have bonfires, get drunk, and listen to music. I’d heard about it, but had left before I’d been old enough, or popular enough, to get invited.

  I was curious to see it, so I said, “Sure, let’s do it.”

  Vic headed to the left, away from the pavilion and all of our classmates. We walked through a grouping of trees, before coming to a clearing. Just on the other side, was a pretty strand of beach with a few people walking along it, but not many.

  There was a place in the middle, with logs set up in a circle, and the remnants of a fire, which made me think that some reunion goers had probably come down last night and had a bonfire… for old time’s sake.

  Rather than heading to the logs, Vic moved to the side and up closer to the water, then took his backpack off of his shoulder and took out a blanket.

  “Wow, you’re prepared,” I said, my heart warming at his thoughtfulness.

  “I took it from the top of the closet in my hotel room…. Shhhhh,” he whispered with a chuckle.

  “You secret is safe with me,” I promised.

  I helped him lay out the blanket and then we both sat down on it and leaned back, our eyes on the water.

  “Do you miss it?” I asked.

  “What? High School, or living here?” Vic asked.

  I laughed.

  “Living here,” I replied. “I don’t think anyone misses high school.”

  “You’d be surprised,” he said. “But, nah, I don’t miss either. I like Seattle, and I love to travel. Pennsylvania was a good place to grow up, but I’m happier now than I ever was back then. What about you?”

  “Do I miss Pennsylvania, or high school?” I joked. “No, although it sucked when we moved, I eventually found friends and moved on. Grew up. I’m happy where I am.”

  “You like LA, then?” he asked, and I blinked. I’d totally forgot I supposedly lived in Los Angeles, not Phoenix.

  “Oh, uh, yeah. I mean, it’s busy and traffic can be a nightmare, but there’s so much to do,” I managed, suddenly feeling guilty
about lying to Vic.

  I was really starting to like him.

  “And, Paris, do you miss it?” Vic asked, making me feel even guiltier.

  I’d never even been to Paris.

  “Yeah, of course, Paris is amazing,” I lied, then, needing to change the subject and stop the lies, I asked, “You said you’d never married, and I just assume that meant no kids… have you ever been close?”

  Vic shifted, I figured he was trying to get more comfortable, then he reached for his backpack and pulled out a beer and a small bottle of red wine.

  He handed me the wine.

  “Thanks,” I said, then asked, “You take these from the mini bar?”

  “Yup,” he replied with a chuckle, opening his beer with a satisfying hiss. “To answer your question, no, I don’t have kids, and yes, I came close once, but it didn’t work out.”

  “What happened, if you don’t mind my asking.”

  “I guess our biggest issue was compromise. Neither of us wanted to do it… in hindsight, I realized that should have been the first clue that we didn’t belong together.”

  “Mmmmm, yeah, compromise is a biggie,” I agreed.

  “Have you… been close?”

  Deciding to keep my story as close to the real thing as possible, not only to ease my guilt, but so that I wouldn’t mess myself up by forgetting my own made-up life, I answered, “Yeah, I thought I’d met the man I was going to spend the rest of my life with. We’d been together for seven years when I walked into his office and found his secretary giving him a blowjob.”

  “Fuck, that sucks,” Vic said. He placed his hand over mind on the blanket and interlocked out fingers.

  “Yeah… Hollywood, right?” I said wryly, giving his hand a little squeeze. “But enough about the past, what’s next for you? Any big cases?”

  “Well, even if there were, I wouldn’t be able to tell you about it. You know what they say… I’d tell you, but I’d have to kill you.”

  When I tensed, Vic shook his head and said, “Sorry, probably not the best joke to make when you’re trying to have a romantic moment, but, seriously, I can’t talk about it.”