This week’s theme is a fun one and it poses a question we’ve probably all asked at one time in our lives. Is this a date? My heroine in Assume the Positions, part of the Cougar Challenge books at Ellora’s Cave asked this very question herself.
Rachel stared at the ceiling in her bedroom the next morning, trying to wrap her head around Ethan’s proposition. After his insistence that his name be added to her list—he’d waited until she’d picked up the pen and actually wrote it on the damn thing—they continued with their usual physical therapy routine as if nothing unusual had occurred. As he was leaving the clinic last night, he’d given her a quick peck on the cheek and told her he would be in touch. What the hell did that mean? In touch when? And what would he be touching?
She groaned as the same nagging feeling in the pit of her stomach returned. She’d tossed and turned all night with an ache that wouldn’t go away until she’d dug out the vibrator Monica had sent all the cougar ladies for Christmas. Rachel had treated the gift as a joke, throwing the thing in her nightstand and never touching it again…until last night.
She squeezed her legs together tightly and debated going for round two with the wickedly fun toy. Just the mere thought of Ethan had her dying for sexual relief. This sudden, unfamiliar sex drive was going to put her in an insane asylum or break her Laundromat bank. The man had only kissed her, for God’s sake, and yet she’d had to change her panties twice during the night, she’d gotten so wet…dreaming of Ethan and imagining all the things she wanted to do to him.
She was just reaching toward the nightstand for the vibrator when her phone rang. Screwed by the bell.
“Hello?” she said.
“Good morning.” Ethan’s deep voice shot through the telephone line like an electrical shock and she squirmed again at the juices his sexy, masculine tone produced. Shit, she was going to give up wearing panties altogether at this rate.
“Hiya. What’s up?”
“Not you, by the sound of your voice. Have to admit I sort of saw you as an early-to-bed, early-to-rise kind of girl.”
Well, he certainly had her pegged. Normally she was up at the crack of dawn. It was his fault her usual routine was out of whack.
“It’s the weekend and I have nothing to do. Thought I’d give myself a nice, relaxing sleep-in.”
Liar, liar, pants on fire.
She was about as relaxed as a stockbroker hopped up on Starbucks.
“Well, I wouldn’t say you have nothing to do,” he replied.
She paused for a moment and considered her schedule. Was she supposed to be somewhere? She didn’t recall making any plans. Certainly none with Ethan. She’d sure as hell remember that. “I don’t understand.”
“There’s a package outside your door. I want you to go get it. Your instructions are inside.”
“Instructions?” she asked, her heart rate accelerating. Ethan had been by her place? This morning? Why oh why hadn’t she heard him? He could have taken the place of the lousy vibrator.
“Don’t sound so worried, Rachel. You’ll like this assignment. It involves making a list.”
She grinned at his joke. “You know, there’s nothing wrong with making lists and being prepared. It wouldn’t hurt you to be a little more organized—might actually prevent you from being late all the time.” She could tease as well as the next person.
“Yeah, well. You won’t have to worry about that tonight.”
“Tonight?” she asked.
“I’ll be at your place at seven sharp.”
“You will?” She realized her voice had taken on a higher pitch with each consecutive question and she cleared her throat. “Why?”
“It’s all in the package,” he replied enigmatically. “And Rachel, wear something sexy. See you later.”
Why not make a few more dates with these authors?