Drew Evans, a confident playboy and successful businessman, suddenly isolates himself, claiming he has the flu. The real reason? Katherine Brooks, a smart and ambitious new hire at his father’s firm, turns his life upside down. Drew’s attraction to her challenges his arrogance, leading him to question everything. Can he win at love?
Dee looks sharply at Drew-obviously not appreciating his tone. Kate coughs. Drew hands her a napkin, chivalrously. But then directs his lethal wit at Warren. “And Billy here, that’s what he still does. You’re a musician, right?” “That’s right,” Billy answers. “So, tell us, Billy, are you like a Bret Michaels kind of rocker? Or…
The night before Thanksgiving is officially the biggest bar night on the calendar. Every year after the Day-Before-Thanksgiving Office Party, Drew, Jack, and I hit the clubs and party until the sun comes up. It’s a great time. As traditional as turkey, stuffing, and cranberry sauce. Although, can I just say, I never got the…
I’m awakened by whispered arguing-that raspy, not at all quiet sound that’s as annoying as frigging fingernails on a chalkboard. “No-Mom, he’s sleeping. God, would you just stop! I hate when you do this! Fine-I’ll wake him up. Fine!” Hands poke and push at my shoulder. I tell myself it’s just a dream. “Matthew. Matthew-wake…
But before I can elaborate, there’s a knock on my door. And Delores’s squawking, singing voice drifts down the hallway. “How ya call ya loverboy? Come ‘ere, loverboy . . .” Motherfucker. This is bad. Like building a house on an ancient Indian burial ground whose bodies are reawakened and really pissed off kind of…
I inhale a gulp of steam and do a mental rundown of all my transgressions. Then I confess. “I . . . cheated . . . on every girlfriend I ever had, in high school and college . . . before Rosaline. And the few times I got caught, I made them feel like it…
Click, click. My voice is rough as I say, “Come here, Dee.” And miraculously, she actually does. The moment she steps close enough, I pull her down on top of me, one hand fisting in her hair, the other kneading her smooth, tight ass. She moans against my lips. Then her hands fumble with my…
And no-it doesn’t feel good. I should forget about her. There are plenty of alternates waiting to step up to bat. I should move onward and upward. Downward is always fun too. I should . . . but I don’t want to. It’s not just that she’s beautiful, wild, and her tits are the stuff…
“Or maybe you just thought you were,” she says, then she takes a sip of soda. And the DJ’s voice comes out over the loudspeaker. “The next skate is couples only . . . and we’ve got a dedication.” I watch her reaction. Waiting. ” ‘All I Want Is You’ by U2 is going out…
“I do.” She giggles softly. “Do you remember that time we went out to Breezy Point and drank too much of that awful Chablis? Your camera got a lot of use that day.” I remember the day she’s talking about. We were young and worry-free and drunk on cheap wine and each other. But I…
“Well . . . if the Egyptians didn’t build them, who did?” “Aliens.” “Aliens?” “Of course. There’s tons of proof that aliens have been visiting Earth for centuries-you don’t even know.” Nope, and I don’t want to. That last one is too freaky-and plausible-for me. Images I wake up Saturday morning to the sounds of…