Wanted: Adventurous, open-minded man willing to tryâ¦anythingâ¦
As a popular sex blogger, Beatriz gets paid to have orgasms. So being on deadline the week of her sister's wedding isn't as rough as it sounds. There's just one hitch: Bea's assignment is to write a review of a sex position manual, but she doesn't have a plus-one to play with.
The good news: Ben, the one who got away back in college, is also attending stagâand he's as temptingly gorgeous as ever.
The bad news: Ben turned down Bea's offer of graduation-night sex five years ago.
The best news: He's not planning on making the same mistake twiceâ¦.
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Something vibrated in Beatrizâs bed. This wasnât an unusual occurrence, except that when vibrating happened in her bed, Beatriz was usually in the bed. She heard the buzzing from her bathroom and sighed.
âDonât be John,â she said as she raced from the bathroom to the bed and started digging through her sheets. âI donât have time for you todayâ¦.â
She found her phone and glared at the screen.
âMe estás jodiendo?â she swore when she saw the name âJohn the Bastardâ pop up on her screen. With a sigh she took the call, knowing heâd keep calling until she answered.
âJohn, I turned in everything three days ago.â
âI know, I know,â he said, sounding uncharacteristically apologetic. âBut I need you.â
âI donât like hearing those words from any man Iâm not sleeping with.â
âAre you hitting on me, Bea?â
Beatriz sighed heavily into the phone and hoped it created ear-splitting feedback on the other end of the line.
âMy cab is on its way right now,â Beatriz said. âIâm spending a week in Essex for my sisterâs wedding. I donât have time for this.â
âNot my problem,â he said, sounding like the old John the Bastard she knew. âAngie just called. Her columnâs going to be late.â
âNew boyfriend?â
âMedical crisis, Bea. Have some sympathy.â
âWhatâs her problem?â
âCarpal tunnel syndrome from too much masturbating.â
âOccupational hazard. I have no sympathy.â
âBea, behave.â
âYouâre stuttering, John.â
âLook, Iâll leave you alone. But I need a thousand words from you this week to fill Angieâs slot.â
âAs much as Iâd love to fill Angieâs slot, Iâm a little busy this week doing wedding stuff with my family. Remember when I emailed you six months ago and said âLeave me alone the last week in August because my only sister is getting marriedâ?â
âNope.â
âWell, I did. Family wedding time is not really the best time to be trying out new sex toys, okay?â
âI wouldnât ask if it wasnât an emergency. And you donât have to try out new toys. You can do a book review.â
Beatriz sighed.
âA book review? I donât get orgasms doing book reviews.â
âYou have to write me something, Bea.â
âFine. As long as Angie promises to return the favor sometime.â
âDoes this mean youâll have at least a thousand words for me in my inbox by Sunday night?â
âSometimes I think Iâm kinky because I fantasize about slapping you. And then I realize I really just want to slap you.â
âBeatriz,â John said in a stern voice. âPause and take one little moment to remember that I pay you four hundred dollars a month to review sex toys. In other words, I pay you to have orgasms. Are you thinking about that?â
Beatriz paused, took a moment and remembered.
âOkay, you have a point there. Iâll get you a book review. I have a stack of unopened envelopes from publishers on my desk anyway.â
âGood. Now give me your hotel address so I can send you this new box of stuff I want you to review by next Sunday.â