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An Excerpt From: DROP DEAD SEXY
Copyright © ELISA ADAMS, 2006
All Rights Reserved, Ellora's Cave Publishing,
Inc.
“If
you could do anything in bed with a woman, what would it be?”
The
keys slid from Nathan’s hand and hit the ground with a clang of metal. His
mouth went dry and his cock, never completely dormant around his drop-dead
sexy neighbor, went rock-hard. A hundred ideas raced through his mind, half
of which Joy had probably never even heard of. And the other half…Jesus
Christ. If he told her what he wanted to do to a woman—to her—in
bed, she’d never speak to him again. “Excuse me? Why would you even ask me
that?”
“I’m
just curious.”
The
sparkle in her blue eyes told him there was more to her question than
simple curiosity. Seduction wasn’t on her mind either, at least he didn’t
think so, given the pajama shorts and tank top she wore and the messy
ponytail she’d thrown her curly, auburn hair into. Thank God for that. Most
nights he simply avoided her, but tonight she’d managed to sneak up on him
as he was coming home, throwing herself in his path and asking such an
outrageous question that he couldn’t help but be intrigued.
He
slumped against the wall and crossed his arms over his chest, trying to
think of a way to get rid of her. Intrigued or not, answering her question
would only lead to problems he’d rather avoid. A sweet, innocent woman like
his neighbor would run in the other direction if she knew what he’d want to
do with a woman in bed. She wouldn’t want to get caught up with someone
like him. Would never understand his unusual needs. No matter how cute Joy was,
she wasn’t his type.
“That’s
an odd thing to be curious about.” Though for her, he knew it wasn’t. Every
time they spoke, she had some sort of question for him. He supposed it went
with the territory of living across the hall from a freelance journalist.
The questions in the past had been simple, if not a little annoying, but
they’d never even skirted the issue of sex until tonight. Tonight she’d
changed the rules, and his body had sat up and taken notice in a big way.
“What’s really going on? Is this for work?”
She
started to shake her head but then stopped and bit her lip. “Okay, so it’s
for work. Is that a crime?”
A
sliver of disappointment worked its way into his mind, but he pushed it
away. Why should he be irritated that she wasn’t interested in him, just
interested in picking his brain? He shouldn’t be, but for some illogical
reason he was. “Go home, Joy.”
“Answer
my question first.” Her eyes narrowed and she raised her chin, and Nathan
almost laughed. There was nothing tough about Joy Baker, no matter how much
she tried to pretend there was. She was all sweetness and innocence wrapped
up in a short, curvy package. The woman probably couldn’t even kill a
spider if she found one in her apartment. She could play tough all she
wanted, but he wasn’t buying it for a second.
“It’s
not a crime, but it could be dangerous to go around asking men you barely
know what they like to do to women in bed.” He lowered his voice to a near
whisper. “You might end up getting more than you bargained for.”
“Maybe
I can handle a lot more than you think.”
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