If she could spend an evening with Trent without her panties melting, she could survive the next two months. Easy. Yeah, right. Josie glared up at the stoplight ahead and tried to ignore the man making rude hand gestures at her from the dump truck on the left. Apparently she’d made him angry, though she wasn’t quite sure how. Something having to do with merging into his lane a few blocks back when she’d been a little distracted recalling Trent’s fantasy. Josie broke into a sweat just thinking about it again. She couldn’t help picturing herself in the creek with him every time she remembered his words. The images had been a little rough, the language coarser than she would have preferred, but he was a guy, after all. She’d never witnessed a man say something so intimate outside of a counseling session, and it was a good thing, too, because she’d gotten so turned on she’d been useless the rest of the day at work. The light turned green and Josie accelerated as fast as her decrepit car would allow.
What do You think about Pleasure For Pleasure (2003)?
