pretend disinterest?" His voice shifted to sound more like
an insecure teenager. "Gee, I don't know. I kind of like you
and all, but I'm still not sure if this is serious, and you might
not like me, and, well, maybe I should wait because we've
only barely met, and. . ."
"Okay, okay! I get the point. I guess I appreciate your
honesty. But sometimes it helps to be a little discrete."
"Discretion has never done a damn thing for me. But if
you want me to act like some sort of normal man, pursuing
you in a proper manner, then try this. . ." His voice became
serious. "Please come to dinner tonight at 7:00. After
dinner, we can watch another Oz movie."
And rip each other's clothes off? And chase each other
around the house? And have crazy sex? Rebecca expected
him to say something outrageous, but he seemed to be
done. "What should I bring?"
"Bring yourself-that's enough. And bring that
stunning mane of red hair. And your delightful little mouth.
And those fine fit legs. And. . ."
"I get it!" She quoted the movie, her voice booming with
authority. "'The great and powerful Oz has spoken!'" She
giggled. "I'll be there. See you later, O.E." After putting
down the phone, she shook her head, marveling at his lack
of subtlety.
Rebecca was once again overwhelmed by his attitude
and had to admit she liked him better when he was quiet.
But even with his attitude restored, she couldn't deny that
he was absolutely right. Tonight she would bring her entire
body to him. She tingled with anticipation.
Don't forget what a loser he is. She couldn't stop her
mind from returning to the problems they faced. He had a
dim financial future. He acted like a king, making everyone
bend to his will. He lived like an ostrich, oblivious to the
realities of the world. They had no real hope of ever
working out as a couple. That seemed certain. But as Alice
constantly pointed out, so what?
His kiss. The feel of his hard chest and arms, holding
her tight. She exhaled, slow and a little rough, while the
images played over and over. His long hair falling casually
over that square jaw. His gray eyes staring out like an animal
waiting to feast on her. And what about that near orgasm
she had from touching his hand? Talk about intense!
That evening, Rebecca stood at the door of Dan's place
in a little black outfit that begged to be removed. Her knit
sleeveless top followed her curves perfectly with its V-neck
dipping deep into braless cleavage. And since she didn't