“Wil glanced around the room in bafflement. A long cedar work island, stainless steel appliances, a table, some cupboards, a smal pantry. Looked like an ordinary kitchen to him. Then again, he wasn’t a chef, and the only time he used his own kitchen was to shove Chinese takeout boxes in the fridge. He didn’t even do dishes, just bought paper plates and tossed them in the trash when he finished eating. “It’s nice,” he said, trying to sound impressed. Hol y Lawson’s eyes widened in disbelief. “Nic...e? Are you kidding me? This kitchen is twice the size of the one in my old apartment.” She shivered. “Jeez, I’m close to orgasm just looking at it.” The last thing he wanted to hear was the word “orgasm” coming out of his friend’s girlfriend’s mouth. Not that he didn’t like Hol y. She was a great girl, but talking sex with her seemed weird. He watched as Hol y dashed toward the stove and started running her fingers over the burners. She turned around, her brown hair fal ing into her wide-set green eyes.MoreLessRead More Read Less
User Reviews: