Oh, certainly she’d convinced herself that she’d only wanted to experience pleasure. That if she wasn’t ever going to get a chance to have a husband and children and everlasting love, at least she could experience a little bit of stimulating, mind-numbing, sexual gratification at a man’s very capable hands. But she’d been lying to herself the entire time. It was reality time now, and the dead truth was she’d been half gooey-eyed over Greg from the minute he’d moved in. He’d been unloading a pickup truck full of furniture and she’d gotten her first real glimpse of a sweaty, hunky male body. He’d been shirtless and his torso had glistened in the hot summer sun. Now that she’d had a taste of that body up close and personal, she wasn’t sure any other male would ever compare. He’d spoiled her for sure. She was ruined, and the sick thing about it was that, if he did call her tomorrow, she’d probably pounce on the phone. She was beyond caring about dignity. Sarah sighed and got into bed, trying very hard to read the pages of her latest thriller, but as she read the same gory knife-killing scene three times, she decided it wasn’t working.
