Fall Into Love (Simone: Part One Naughty Nookie Series) Read Online Free PDF Page A

envious, damn-I-wish-I’d-seen-him-first look.  My smile merely increases in power
and the strange woman winks at me in congratulations.
    That moment of female
camaraderie was most peculiar; but it was confirmation that this
man is a sex god.  And I’m about to have him in my bed.
 Or should I say his ? Aagh!
    New York is as manic as ever, even at two AM
and the drive seems to be taking an age.  There are cars
everywhere.  The exhaust fumes never stop, even in the midst
of a heat wave when the gases feel even weightier, making the
atmosphere as heavy as lead.  And even though it’s early
morning, the temperatures are constricting. 
    In the car, with the
windows open, the air is hot and sweaty.  Clammy.  My
dress, my expensive silk dress, has wilted and clings to my
flesh.  I know that the only way I’ll be able to salvage it is
if I have it sent to the dry cleaners.  As soon as I think
that, I reprimand myself, I’m with the
hottest man I’ve seen in a lifetime.  I shouldn’t be thinking
about the dry cleaners and the bill I can’t
afford. 
    With an inner tut, I stop all useless
thought processes and turn to look out of the windshield.
 Spying the Kensington Park straight ahead, I mutter
inconsequentially, “We’re almost there.”
    I can’t help the fact that
there’s a gleeful note to my voice.  Any woman in their right
mind would share my satisfaction.  Either that or they’d envy
me! Just as the cabdriver does.  I’ve never been envied
before.  It’s not something I’d want to repeat, but it’s a
pretty cool novelty.  Eventually though, I guess I’d feel
inadequate.  Not up to fulfilling the job as this guy’s
lover.  Even if at this moment, I’d like to take on that role
on a full time basis.  I doubt I’d be enough for
him.
    But for one night only...  hell, I’m up
for the ride and I’ll give it my best goddamn shot!
    Zane pays for the cab fare and this time, I
let him.  I’ll pay for breakfast tomorrow; even if it comes
close to bankrupting me!  
    He helps me out of the car and as we enter
the hotel, he steps aside to allow me to walk through the door
first.  A doorman, dressed in a smart coat, holds it open for
me and allows me to walk into the sumptuous ornateness of the
reception.
    The modern austerity of the furniture should
clash with the exaggerated gilt cornices and royal reds and blues
of the decorative palette.  But it doesn’t.  It somehow
manages to look as though the entire hall belongs in a palace,
where past and present are embraced and not engaged in battle.
    Even in my expensive silk dress, I’m out of
place here, but that doesn’t mean I can’t enjoy the scenery. 
This place shrieks class and I’m nothing more than a
cleaner/housekeeper, trying to survive in the city. 
    This is definitely my Cinderella moment.
    I just try not to feel inadequate.
    Yeah, that’s really working out for me.
    After telling me to wait for him, I watch as
Zane strides over to the reception desk to collect his key card. As
he walks toward the receptionist, I take the opportunity to watch
him and his butt.  Yum.  Yum.  Two words but they
say it all. 
    I doubt I’m the only woman
in the world to notice how men’s asses no longer fill their
pants.  And I don’t mean the baggy, round-the-hips-pants-that-show-all-the-underwear look.  I mean chinos and jeans, for
example.  They’re like empty sacks.  All material and no
filling. 
    As the human race evolves, men seem to be
losing something that women are gaining.  
    I can attest to that fact. 
    My butt is nowhere near as trim as it ought
to be.  Regardless of how many squats I do, or of how much
sweat drips off me as I scrub floors and iron clothes.
    Zane, on the other hand,
is going some way to disproving my belief.  That firm gluteus
maximus of his fills his chinos to perfection.  The muscles
roll together in a tight circular motion that has my eyes
mesmerized.  I can’t wait to see it sans pants.  I