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.
Excerpt:
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?”
“I’m
him.”
Desire
hit her hard. Everything she wanted was in her reach. And as far away as ever.
About the
author:
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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