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An Excerpt From: Slumber Party, Inc.

© Copyright B.J. McCall, 2003.  

All Rights Reserved, Ellora's Cave, Inc.

"Tonight’s the night. I can't believe it."

            Jane Miller tossed a pair of lacy panties into her overnight bag. "Slumber Party was your idea."

            Grinning from ear-to-ear, her best friend poured champagne.

“Oh no, Nina. Don’t give me your scheming smile. Not now.”

“I don’t have a scheming smile.”

“You do. You’ve had it since you were twelve. But now, I have a lot more to lose than my allowance. If Mom knew about this, she’d try to ground me.”

"This isn’t sneak-a-peek at Billy Adam’s penis. This is Dr. Jane Miller, going for it.” Grinning, Nina began to bump and grind to music only she could hear. Somewhere between a bump and a grind, she froze.“ You're really going to have sex with a complete stranger."

            "That wasn't how your friend, Ellen, sold her exclusive service," Jane said, picking up a flute of champagne.

            Omigod. He is a stranger, a total unknown quantity. Jane had fantasized about him, but hadn't laid eyes on him. “I wish Ellen would allow videos and photos.”

“Ellen knows what she’s doing.” Nina picked up Slumber Party’s printed rules. “Rule number one. Clients cannot preview, or prejudge, one another prior to the first rendezvous.”

“I don’t know a thing about him.” Jane grimaced. “Nothing except, he wants sex.”

“No preconceived ideas.”

“You sound like Ellen.” Jane locked gazes with her best friend. “You’re not Ellen, are you?”

            “Like I could hide anything from you.”

“Tell me again, is this legal?”

“Slumber Party isn’t an escort service. I vouched for you, otherwise she wouldn’t have accepted you as a client.”

Ellen, the convincing voice on the telephone. You’re not paying me for sex, just the opportunity to meet someone with similar tastes. I provide the time, the place, and the comforts. You must supply the enthusiasm.

Think of it as being assigned a roommate. Tours and cruises do it all the time. Weren’t you assigned a roomie your freshman year?

“Who is Ellen? Why is she so mysterious?” 

“I wish I knew, I’d kiss her right on the lips for Joe.”

“So would I,” Jane confessed. “I’ve never seen you so happy. Joe’s great.”

Nina’s brown eyes narrowed. “Don’t even start thinking about Karl. Think about your mystery lover. Ellen has great taste.” 

            Jane definitely didn’t want to think about her ex. Can I do this?

"I can always back out. There is a clause." Jane gulped the champagne. "I have to show up, but I can change my mind. There are two bedrooms. What the hell am I doing?"

"You're living a fantasy. One you've had for years. He's been checked out. Thoroughly investigated and examined, just as you were."

“If he went through the same physical, I know he’s healthy.”

“Ellen’s thorough. When she matched me with Joe, she hit a bull’s-eye.”

“What if we don’t click?”

“What if you do?”

A thrill of hope and horniness zipped through Jane’s middle. She drained her glass.

"You're supposed to sip the champagne in celebration. Not chug it down before you drive."

Jane could use two fingers of scotch. A stiff belt would keep her anxiety at bay, but a three-hour drive to the rendezvous in the redwoods demanded sobriety.

Nina picked up the bottle and poured a small portion of bubbly into Jane's glass. "Just enough for a toast, and stop frowning. You'll get wrinkles."

Despite her anxiety, Jane smiled. Pretty, petite Nina, always pushing Jane to step out of the box. Was this her fantasy or Nina's? Or some odd combination created by the two of them while sharing bottles of wine and boxes of chocolate?

"What if he's the worst blind date?"

The temptation to back out warred with the thrill of fulfilling her midnight dreams, but one night of uninhibited lovemaking with a sexy stranger prodded Jane onward. If a man didn't know you or what you did for a living, if he judged you only as a mutual partner in pleasure, one was totally free to explore one's sexuality completely. Ellen again.

That wicked smile touched Nina's lips. "What if he's handsome, hung, and the fuck of a lifetime?"

            Jane lifted her glass. "To sex."

            Nina gulped a large portion of her champagne and choked. Jane had to laugh. Nina was as nervous as she was.

            "Have you chosen your name?"

            "Beginning now, I am officially known as Summer."

Never in her thirty-two years had Jane done anything so outrageous. Studious, cautious, dependable, workaholic, no-nonsense described Jane. But Summer could be sexy, romantic, and uninhibited.

“It’s been two years. I hope it’s like riding a bike.”

Nina laughed. “I hope it’s more fun.”

“Am I doing the right thing?”

“I’ve set you up with a dentist, a CPA and a CEO. What happened?”

“I mentioned oligonucleotide synthesis and was home by midnight, alone in my own bed.”

“Exactly, and what is Slumber Party’s rule number four?”

“No shop talk. Never tell your lover what you do for a living.”

“What does Dr. Miller, workaholic, research chemist need?”

“An occasional lover. A man who wants what I want,” Jane smiled. “Glorious sex with no complications.”