Page 5 of Mr. Big Mistake
“Right. But, I think if you intentionally lose your V-card, it’ll give you more autonomy and comfort in these dating scenarios you find yourself in.”
“Wait, are you seriously suggesting she plan to lose her virginity?”
“What? I think it’s a good idea. She gets to be in control of who takes it. She gets to be in control of the mood, where it happens, what actually happens, how the guy treats her. We give her full control of the scenario.”
Karina shook her head. “I don’t think this is a good idea.”
As my gaze volleyed between the two of them like a tennis match, I fell back into the recesses of my mind. On the one hand, the plan seemed insane. Hand-picking some guy and telling him exactly what to do didn’t seem like the epitome of romance. But, I had to admit that me being a virgin was holding me back in my dating life. At least, it felt that way sometimes. The second the guy found out I was a virgin, I never got a callback. Or a text back. Or even another date. It felt like my love life was out of control as it was, so what was the harm in taking that control back?
Would that really make me comfortable going forward in dating?
And who in the world would do that for me, anyway?
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Brenden
“Well, if it isn’t my favorite oldest brother!”
I greeted Clint with open arms as he stood there in Zane’s living room, stoic as always.
“Come give your middle brother a hug,” I said.
“I’m good,” he murmured and shook his head.
I wrapped my arms around the hulking military man and squeezed him tightly. Zane was chuckling as Clint grunted and groaned.
The man hated affection in all forms. Well, except one.
Let’s just say there’s a reason the ladies that have seen him at the office whisper about the size of his package. Even though I doubted it any of them had experience with him under the sheets — only in their wildest dreams. Clint was strict and never, and I mean never, mixed business with pleasure.
“Oh. I’m so glad you moved back to town,” I said as I gave him one last squeeze.
Zane pulled me away. “All right, all right. You’ve tortured the man enough for one day. He’s been here a month or two, and you act like this is the first time you have seen him since he got back.”
I grinned. “I bet he’d like it if I had tits, and today we are embarking on a new journey together.”
Clint nodded. “You don’t. So, no point. And I still haven’t given you my answer on your proposal.”
I chuckled. “Seriously, though. It’s good to see you standing and well.”
Clint nodded again. “Thanks.”
I sighed playfully. “A man of many words. I love it. Don’t you, Zane?”
He socked me in the arm. “Come on. I’ve got coffee in the kitchen.”
“Karina anywhere? I was hoping to get a peek at that growing belly of hers. How’s she doing?”
“Apart from the nausea, she’s doing great.”
“Still nauseous?” Clint asked.
I gasped playfully. “He cares. Shout it from the rooftops, Zane! Clint cares!”
Zane barked with laughter. “All right, you can cut it out now. I think you’ve tortured him enough for one day.”
“More like one lifetime,” he murmured.
