Page 59 of Fraud
“What?”
“Hear me out,” she said.
I leaned forward in my bed.
“You’re dating a hot, available guy.”
“Well, I was dating a hot, available guy. Who knows how he feels about me now?”
“Don’t give him a chance to think about it,” she suggested. “Show up at his place, ready for some action, and he’ll be so turned on, he won’t think twice.”
“I don’t have the guts to try anything remotely that brave,” I remarked.
“You might not, but I bet the little Laura Stone who lives inside you does.”
“You talk as if I have a split personality.”
She laughed. “Well, sometimes, after reading some of these scenes, I wonder if you do. Come on, Kate. Give it a try. What do you have to lose?”
“My dignity.”
She snorted. “Please, he’ll be all over you. Put something sexy on, and don’t take no for an answer.”
Jane continued to talk up her evil plan for several long, excruciating minutes while I squirmed under the pressure. Finally, after much persuasion, I agreed to think about it.
Even though I had no plans of doing so.
But it was enough to get her off the phone and me tucked in bed.
Unfortunately, sleep didn’t come. Instead, I lay awake in bed, hearing Jane’s words repeat over and over in my head.
“What are you waiting for?”
Jane’s words had haunted me.
So much so that, by the time I had fallen asleep that night, I’d dreamed of Killian and what it might be like if I showed up at his motel room, just as she’d described.
I awoke, hot and sweaty, full of a desire I couldn’t fulfill on my own.
By lunchtime, I was practically aching with need. I was naive in the ways of love.
So, I did the only thing I knew well.
I wrote.
The brief lull in my words was gone. In the short half hour break I had during my work day, I managed to burn through several thousand words, my fingers flying over the keys in a sensual dance, as I wrote out my dreams and fantasies of the night before.
It was one of the most erotic scenes I’d ever created.
Because I was picturing myself as the heroine and Killian as my dashing hero.
But even after racing through my lunch break, the fire and the heat still consumed me.
If anything, the need, this dark craving for something more, had only intensified.
“What are you waiting for?”
Nothing, I thought.
