When Gen learns her best guy friend is going back to Afghanistan, she arranges a sendoff he’ll never forget. Will it be an intimate dinner at her place or an adventure at an exclusive erotic club?
~ Bewitching BT
1. Your top secret, uber guilty pleasure is…
Coffee. I just love the stuff. Like love, love. It’s a rather unhealthy relationship, LOL. I’d gladly give up chocolate, ice cream, even food for a good cup of coffee.
Okay, now I’m off to Starbucks. BRB…
2. If you could choose to be someone else for just one day, it would be…
Hmm. That’s a hard question, but I think I’d have to say Cleopatra. Ruler of Egypt. Defender of her people against an expanding Roman Empire. Involved with two of Rome’s most powerful leaders, Marc Anthony and Julius Caesar. Plus I’d fracking be Cleopatra. What’s not to love? 😉
3. Your oldest memory is…
Of my dog Snoopy. He was a scroungy mutt, but God, I loved him. He slept with me every night. He was my best friend for years. I still miss him.
4. If everyone would receive a prize for being best at something, you’d be no. 1 at…
(I was supposed to write this post last weekend, LOL.)
5. The one thing you’d do anything to avoid/get out of is…
Writing this blog post. 😉
I love writing. Love, love, love it. But I hate writing about me. Every time I sit down to write a blog piece, I’m hit in the head with a huge chunk of writer’s block, and this nagging voice keeps taunting me.
You’re not that interesting.
No one wants to hear about your boring life.
Blah, fracking, blah.
So yeah, blogging is hard for me, LOL.
6. Your favorite part of a date is…
When it’s finally over.
Okay, okay. That’s not exactly true. I’m simply a very introverted person, so small talk and the “get to know each other” stuff can sometimes be excruciating. My fellow introverts can attest to this, right?
Once I’m past this part, however, I’d have to say my favorite part of a date are those quiet moments together. Watching TV, reading, or whatever. Snuggling close to that special someone, touching, holding hands, sharing intimate silence. That’s what I love.
Does that make me weird?
7. If a character from any book could become real and you could spend a day with them, it would be… from the book…
Brock Michaels from His Forbidden Submissive.
He’s a Dom with a heart of gold. As if that alone wasn’t enough to make him the most desirable man on earth, he’s also a (good) bad boy. Tattoos everywhere. Shaved head. Six pack. Muscles big enough he could bench press a small mountain.
8. You were/are a hardcore fan of…
Doctor Who. Yep, I’m a total nerd, LOL. 😉
9. You’d immediately fall for someone who…
Loved Doctor Who, too.
Hello, sweetie. *blows kiss*
10. If you could have any one superpower, it would be…
The ability to clone myself.
One me could be on constant mom duty, another on author duty, another on kidlet cuddle duty, and another that could stress over everything so I wouldn’t have to.
Yeah, that sounds just swell.
Although my oldest daughter said her super power would be “beauty power.” With this power she could make anything beautiful with just one touch. People, houses, the earth. Anything. That sounds pretty awesome too.
11. The one thing that always brightens your day is…
Seeing my girls’ smiles. Yep, that always makes my heart happy.
12. The most awkward moment in your life happened when…
Wow, that’s a tough one. I’m an awkward person in general, so everyday is a series of awkward moments. Picking out one specifically just isn’t possible.
13. The awesomest thing in your life is…
My girls. Hands down. I have two of the sweetest daughters any mother could have.
“You are into chicks, Lily.”
“Not exclusively.” Wagging perfectly sculpted eyebrows, Lily Collins, my best friend since braces, draped her arm over my shoulders and then motioned at the dressing room mirror. “All joking aside, Gen, you’re totally smoking in this nightie. I mean, just look at the way it shows off your rack. Who wouldn’t be mesmerized?”
Cocking my head to the side, I scrutinized my reflection. Lily had a point. The deep blue baby-doll possessed a certain breast-defying quality, and anything that could make The Girls stay in place was a testament to modern fashion design.
A delicate floral lace covered demi-style cups. A satin sash tied beneath the bodice, contributing to the grand illusion that gravity hadn’t waged a thirty-five-year war on my breasts. The same transparent lace overlaying the bodice fell in flowing waves, stopping just below my ass. The fabric managed to cover enough of my lower belly and inner thighs to keep me from feeling completely insecure.
Overall, I gave the ensemble a rating of classy with a side of seduction. Option number two, however, had a rating scale all its own.
I plucked said option from its hook and fitted it against me. The provocative two-piece leather bustier shouted sex. No, it screamed sex. The pure unadulterated kind that left you utterly exhausted and dripping wet between the thighs.
A purple center strip — overlaid with black lace — added a splash of color. The leather had hugged and shaped my torso like a second skin and sent my breasts spilling over their cups in what I hoped was an enticing display of cascading flesh. More precisely, I hoped Liam, my business partner and one of my closest friends, would find it enticing.
Liam England and I had met in an “Introduction to Programming” class in college, and an instant friendship had bloomed. Emphasis on friendship. And over the years, we’d remained close. We hung out on the weekends. We talked about the people we’d dated and those we wanted to date. We watched old movies. I’d been someone to lean on as his wife had fought — and eventually lost — her battle with cancer. He’d been the same for me after my husband had been arrested for soliciting a prostitute.
Our relationship, in many ways, was already very intimate, but we’d never crossed the friends-to-lovers line. I’d never really wanted to. At least I hadn’t thought I wanted to, but then he’d told me his National Guard unit was going back to Afghanistan, and in that moment, everything had changed.
Now, thoughts of Liam occupied my every waking moment. I wanted him like I’d never wanted another man, and thanks to Lily, I had a plan guaranteed to seduce my sexy soldier. Well, most of a plan. A few details still needed to be ironed out, like where we’d go and what I’d wear.
Lily gathered my mess of auburn curls into a loose knot against my head. “Just imagine what you’ll look like when you make your move on Liam. Hair pulled up. A little natural make-up giving your creamy complexion some color. Your skin soft and fragrant from a spa prep day. Fingernails and toenails painted to match the blue or purple of whichever sex-tacular lingerie you choose.” She made a show of lifting the front hem of my outfit. “And maybe I can even talk you into getting a Brazilian wax so Liam doesn’t have to hike through miles of bush to get at your juicy treasures.”
Laughter broke through anxiety, and I pushed her hand away. “Lily Collins, you’re incorrigible.”
“You know that’s right.” Grinning like the Cheshire Cat, she let my curls fall. “I can’t help it, especially when it comes to helping my main girl get laid.”
Before I could stop them, a swarm of erotic images invaded my thoughts. Me with my legs spread, a certain gloriously handsome blond between them. Kissing me, making love to me.
I shivered, the images growing more vivid. Desire heated my blood and sent an arousing heat shooting straight to my —
“Oh. My. Gawd!” Lily squealed. “You’re picturing it, aren’t you? You and Liam getting it on.”
“No!” I lied. “Of course, not. I was just —”
“Liar, liar, crotchless panties on fire.”
Damn Lily Collins for being able to read me so well. “Okay, fine. I was picturing it. So what?”
“So nothing.” Her lips curled into a sweet, yet sad smile. “I only wished you’d realized how you felt about him earlier.”
“Me too.” With Liam heading overseas soon, I didn’t have the luxury of time. I had to tell him how I felt sooner rather than later, and how and where I told him depended on the lingerie I took home. My choice in clothing would define the role I played. The sexy girl-next-door who lures her conquest with promises of sensual food served in a quiet, yet provocative setting. Or the bad girl who entices her man with a night of public fornication at The Erogenous Zone, an exclusive Dallas club where sexuality and anonymity rule.
But which role did I want to take?
Crap, I usually wasn’t so indecisive.
My shoulders slumped, my gaze sliding to the ceiling. “I can’t decide, Lily. I like them both.”
“There’s no wrong answer. Either one you choose, you’ll knock Liam’s pants off. Literally.”
“Well, that’s the idea.” I handed Lily the bustier. “I’m making this too hard, aren’t I?”
“Pretty much.” Lily wrapped an arm around me. “Stop stressing and listen to your gut. What does it say?”
“That I should forget all this seduction madness and just tell Liam how I —”
“Genevieve Foster, don’t you dare!” Lily turned me so I faced her. “The man you love’s about to go to war. Doesn’t he deserve to be wooed?”
“He’s a guy. I doubt he gives a rat’s ass about ‘wooing.’”
“True. But what about you? Don’t you want to give him a sendoff he’ll never, everforget?”
My eyelids drifted closed. I wanted to give Liam my body, yes, but I wanted to give him my heart, too. I wanted him shipping out knowing I loved him. No strings attached. He didn’t have to return my affection — although I wouldn’t lie, I’d be ecstatic if he did.
“Yes,” I finally answered.
“All right then!” Turning me so I again faced the mirror, Lily held the leather bustier beside me so I could examine both outfits simultaneously. “Which way do you want to play this?”
I pictured myself in both scenarios. Wearing the baby-doll in my living room while offering Liam chocolate-covered nipples as a sexual appetizer. Or hiding the bustier under a flirty wraparound dress as Liam and I indulged in whatever sinful pleasures we’d encounter at The Erogenous Zone. Either way, Liam and I were in for one erotic adventure.
About the Author & Links:
Brandi Evans was raised by a caravan of traveling Gypsies. She spent her days learning the ways of her people and her nights lost in legends as old as time. Okay, not really, but that’s way more interesting than the truth!
In reality, Brandi grew up the oldest child of an ordinary family. Grade school, middle school, high school. Nothing extraordinary happened until she left the nest. She joined the military, went to college, got married, and became a mom. And somewhere along the way, she discovered she liked to read—and write!—stories hot enough to melt eReaders.
These days, she calls The Natural State home where she lives with her hubby, two beautiful daughters, two dogs and a cat who has yet to realize she doesn’t own the place. Soldier. Wife. Mom. Multi-published smut writer. Brandi’s life might not be “traveling Gypsy” interesting, but she’s had fun. And in the end, isn’t that all that really matters?