He had no idea why, other than Janie had said she wanted tonight to be special. He couldn’t begin to describe the amount of pressure that statement had put on him. Command performance, was all he could think. He’d heard about guys who’d totally lost the urge while trying to please a woman under pressure. What if something like that happened to him? As he stepped into a clean pair of jeans, and splashed his face and jaw with cologne, he told himself he was just being paranoid. There was nothing to worry about. He’d done this hundreds of times, maybe even a thousand. And very few women had ever gone away unsatisfied. But then again, there had been a few exceptions. What if tonight Janie was one of those exceptions? She was counting on him, and what if he let her down? She wasn’t the type of woman to fake an orgasm, just for the sake of protecting her lover’s feelings. Or was she? Nah, she’d tell him the truth if she was disappointed in his technique.
