MIRANDA
"I cannot give you love," he said in a low voice, "but I can show you affection. And I can give you the best sex of your life."
Had Miranda indulged in fancy, she might've described the moment as time suspended. Or time pulled as taut as a stretched rubber band. But though her heart turned over and her lungs seemed to stall and she wanted to feel her lips on Simon's flesh, Miranda lacked the courage to follow through with this experiment.
"Come to the Star Goddess Lounge. I bartend there. I'll give you my specialty."
She peered at him suspiciously. "And what's that?"
"The Virgin's Kiss." He grinned and she felt electrified by that wicked smile. "Take a risk, my pretty one. See what happens."
He walked away, looking over his shoulder once to wink at her. And just how many girls fall for you, hot stuff? Plenty, she bet. Her heart still hadn't slowed its frenetic beat and her panties were soaked, but she was annoyed, too. What an arrogant, delicious man.
