a sleep-over with three of her friends. Josie had felt like dying when Rafaela had proceeded to hold an impromptu sex-ed class for the teenage girls. That was the night Josie had vowed she was going to be the exact opposite of her sex-obsessed mother.
Maybe sheâd taken that vow a little too far.
âTrent OâReilly is the stuff wild sexual flings are made of. Heâs the perfect candidate for an unforgettable affair.â
Sex with Trent? Could she do it? Could she really spend not just one night, but two months, getting intimate with the guy sheâd spent most of her lifetime running away from? Could she really teach him how to be the perfect lover?
âDo you know about our history?â
âRafaela told me you guys were childhood sweethearts or something.â
âOr something. Definitely not sweethearts. We grew up together in the Richmond District, and there have been a few, uh, encounters.â
âBut no sex?â
âJust a couple of close calls. Last time was three years ago, when I was still in college. We ended up in my car together, going for a ride to the beach. Things heated up, then I freaked out and drove off with his underwear.â
Erika looked perplexed. âWhere was he when you drove away?â
âI kicked him out of the car and left him on the beach. It wasnât exactly my finest hour.â
âWhyâd you keep his underwear?â
âThey were on the floorâI didnât see them.â
âBoxers or briefs? Iâm guessing boxers.â
âMmm-hmm.â Josie nodded. She kept to herself the fact that she still had Trentâs boxers hidden in the glove compartment of her Saab.
âI swear, you therapists are always the most screwed-up people around.â
Josie started to protest but thought better of it. Maybe Erika wasnât so far off base on that charge.
âJust admit youâd like to do the wild thing with Trent.â
âMe and the rest of the heterosexual females in San Francisco.â
âSo you admit it!â
âItâs purely sexual. Personality-wise, I canât stand the guy. But physically, yes, I can think of a few ways to entertain myself with him.â
âThere you have it then, someone to end your drought.â Erika stood and headed for the door, her red dress swishing as she walked.
Josie didnât bother to argue, and then she realized it was because she didnât want to argue the point. Somehow, without her brainâs approval, her libido had already decided Trent was the solution to her problem.
For the next two months, anyway.
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T RENT LEANED AGAINST the counter of Extreme Sports and surveyed the store. A full-time salesclerk, Max, was talking to a young couple in the bike section about their options for mountain bikes, and two regulars in the store were browsing the summer athletic wear. Trent didnât have the energy to do anything more than remain propped behind the counter, thanks to a lousy nightâs sleep.
Thanks to his meeting with Josie yesterday.
Okay, so it was his own fault for trying to entangle himself with her again, but now that he had, he couldnât stop replaying their encounter in his head. He couldnât stop thinking about all the ways he could have teased and tempted her if sheâd accepted his offer. All night long, heâd thought about it.
Damn, Josie drove him crazy. No one should be able to have so much control over him. Just having her right next door every day was enough to make him think seriously about running for the hills, following through on his occasional dream of selling Extreme Sports and moving to Tahoe. He could lead adventure tours full-time and never have to deal with that woman again.
Trent pushed himself up from the counter and vowedto find some busywork, anything to take his mind off ofâ¦the woman walking in the front door.
He leveled his gaze at Josie as she made her way through the store,