other books focused on the topic. Josie noticed a distinct difference in the way the lifestyle was explained, so she did some research to see what was true to life and what wasn’t. At thirty, Josie wasn’t a virgin, but the sexual encounters she’d had over the years were definitely vanilla. After reading about more exciting lifestyles, she found herself wondering what it would be like to stretch out over a man’s lap and let him spank her. She’d even gone so far as to watch some porn on the subject, but she felt the women in the videos were acting. Scripted movies weren’t a true indicator of what happened when a couple in a relationship played together.
Would Malakai be interested in tying her to the bed and teasing her body with his mouth and fingers? Or was he another in a long line of men who were in the sex for themselves, not caring if Josie got her release too? She couldn’t see him being selfish, but she didn’t know him at all. Josie wasn’t one to put out on a first date. If the chemistry was there, it would still be there after a few more nights out where they got to know one another. There had definitely been interest on her part when he walked her to her door, but who wouldn’t be entranced by the tall, dark, and handsome man? Now she understood what had Presley in a tizzy after her kickboxing classes.
God, her sister was going to lose her mind if she found out Malakai had asked Josie out. Josie couldn’t figure out what he saw in Josie that he didn’t see in Presley. I prefer bubbly. Was that it? Did he not like Presley’s straightforward approach to life? Her go-get-it attitude? Did he think Josie was a pushover? She needed to show him the real Josie Pierson. The one who wore fun dresses and cute shoes. The one who was as easily at home in a sports bar as she was in a chic restaurant. Malakai didn’t look like he frequented a place like Bishop’s, Presley’s favorite hangout. Josie sure didn’t frequent the place. The clientele was too stilted, just like her sister.
Maybe she should show him her funky side without going overboard with her hair and makeup. Setting her coffee down on the dresser, Josie flipped through the left side of her closet where her fun clothes were. He had seen her last night in her work attire, but she wanted to get his reaction to something less stuffy. She fingered her favorite dress. The one with a black, flared skirt, teal bodice, and black, velvet halter, fit her like a glove. She rarely wore the crinoline beneath it because it was too itchy. Instead of pairing the dress with her stacked heels, she opted for a pair of shorter Mary Janes. Cute. Functional. Comfortable. With the way the dress was cut, showing lots of skin, Josie doubted Malakai would be looking at her feet anyway.
With her clothes taken care of, Josie took her coffee to the kitchen for a warm-up. She wished her balcony had a better view. Josie loved to sit outside, but she didn’t want to stare at the couple across the way, who always sat outside on Saturday mornings. It wasn’t that she was jealous. Okay. She was. Josie thought she’d be married and settled by now. It wasn’t for lack of trying. Josie went on dates, but she never found the one she meshed with. The man who could put up with her rambling when she was nervous. Or the way she liked to dress. Or the long hours she put in at the office. Her one long-term boyfriend had been wonderful in the beginning, but he eventually got tired of coming second to her job. He tried to get her to quit. To find a firm who appreciated her talents. When Josie refused, he broke up with her.
She planned to get all that out in the open with Malakai. Well, maybe not on the first date, but if the night went well, and he asked her out again, she would give him the rundown of who she was. If he was still interested, she’d give it a go.
Instead of going outside, Josie sat down on her couch and turned on the TV for background noise. She hadn’t slept well the night before. Scattered dreams of Presley catching Josie out with Kai and yelling at them both had