By Sara Daniel
Confession time: My teenage fantasies were all about the boys who I wished would notice me and didn’t—in other words, all of them. In my fantasies, they would fall in love with my many wonderful qualities (dumping their hot, snotty girlfriends—naturally), and my biggest quandary would become which one of them I wanted the most.
Hollywood stars (I’m talking to you, Matthew McConaughey and Channing Tatum!) and NASCAR bad boys (What can I say? I’m obsessed!) have taken my fantasies to an entirely different level. These public figures also don’t know I exist, but their star status at least makes my invisibility understandable.
However, fantasies can also be about people who do know you exist but don’t see you in a sexy light or with whom acting on the fantasy would be a serious broach of conduct. Madame Eve has a solution, as she always does, for those smart enough to contact her 1Night Stand service for help. Below are two very smart, very satisfied customers.
Regina’s fantasies about her hot marketing assistant, Gabriel, are interfering with her focus at work. In desperation, she turns to Madame Eve to give her a one-night stand with a man who looks just like him. When the Gabriel arrives in her hotel room, she must choose between walking away and playing out her daydreams with the real thing. Their one night becomes a wrestling match for control as Regina strives to keep the upper hand. But Gabriel is just as determined to show her how to work together for business and for pleasure.
As passion trumps protocol, their one night stand quickly becomes much more than a fantasy.
The balcony door slid open. The trim, broad-shouldered backside of a man with Gabriel’s basic frame entered. He was dressed in jeans and a dress shirt with the sleeves rolled up his forearms. Her fingers tingled at the prospect of touching his hard, muscled body and claiming it for the night.
The man secured the glass door then rotated toward her. Backlit by the setting sun, he had the same profile as Gabriel. Perhaps his hair was a tad darker, but she could overlook that. The lack of dimples was more disappointing.
He strolled toward her, blocking the sunset and bringing his gorgeous blond curls into the full view of the overhead lights. A charismatic smile lit up his brown eyes, denting tiny grooves on each of his cheeks. “Regina.”
No. Not possible. Not funny, either. She hadn’t wanted the Gabriel. She wanted a fake, one with no career ambitions and a staggeringly low IQ. She’d spelled out her wants on the matchmaking form. “How did you get in here?”
“I checked in, same as you.”
Her mental agenda said she should be heavy petting her way to a blowjob. It did not include arguing semantics with her assistant or a potential sexual harassment suit.
She had to get him out of here before he ruined the match Madame Eve had set up. No matter how much the other guy looked like him, the more time she spent with Gabriel, the less she wanted anyone else in his place. “Where’s the man who’s supposed to be here?”
Desire hit her hard. Everything she wanted was in her reach. And as far away as ever.
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Sara Daniel writes what she loves—irresistible romance, from sweet to erotic and everything in between. She lives her own happily-ever-after romance with her hero husband.
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