Silbie Luna just wanted to pass her classes and become the first undergrad co-captain for her derby team. She never thought shooting a promo for the athletic department would lead to a coveted role in a highly anticipated movie series. But not only...
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Maia came out of the bathroom, her skin still damp from her shower. She pulled on the robe and cinched the belt tight. She must be losing her mind to consider a booty call. But smoldering Zach "Dog" Shepherd coming into her life after she'd put her coyote plan in place, couldn't be a coincidence. It was like it had been sanctioned by Oprah.
So, how did a booty call work exactly? Did Maia knock on his door and announce she'd come to claim her kisses? He'd gone to all the trouble of making a list. Seemed a bit unfair to let it go to waste.
She shimmied into a pair of vermillion lace bikinis, then removed the robe and slid her arms into the matching bra.
She glared at the three outfits hanging on the closet door. Damn, if she'd not sworn off men weeks earlier, she would have made better choices. But now, all she had to work with was the dress she'd worn to the party, two pairs of pants, a skirt, and her puffy red jacket. The rest was black. What was she thinking?
She pulled the robe back on, strolled to the connecting door to Silbie's room, and dramatically flung it open. "I have nothing to wear."
Silbie looked up from the script she was reading and smiled. "I have just the thing." She pointed to the closet. "Powder blue off the shoulder sweater dress. Nothing to unbutton or zip. Just slide it down over your hips. You got some sexy underwear?"
Maia nodded, then slumped onto the bed. "Am I crazy?"
"No. I think you're tired of being a 'good' girl. Living in a small town in Texas where everyone knows your business is exhausting. Every now and then, you want to do something wild and crazy. At least, I do."
Silbie was right. Maia was weary of always doing the right thing and getting nothing in return. Her god-fearing churchy parents had expected to act a certain way, and she'd spent her life fulfilling that obligation.
She slipped the dress on, then posed in front of the mirror. "Its form fitting."
"Yeah," she grinned. "He'll love it."
"I don't know," Maia rubbed the soft, knitted material idly between her fingers. "Maybe I need to rethink this. It's just—no guy has ever affected me this way."
"I was being flippant when I said you should just fuck him. If you want to get to know him better, invite him to join you for a drink. He seems like a nice guy, so I don't think he expects anything more."
Maia stood and smoothed her hands over the dress. "You're right. I'm overthinking this because of the whole shepherd scenario. I'll see you later."
Back in her room, Maia gazed into the bathroom mirror and fidgeted with liquid liner to create a decent matching cat-eye. If she wanted to do something crazy—totally out of character—wild and wicked—with a guy she'd never see again, this was her chance. Why not? People did it all the time. So why couldn't her head just shut up for just one night? Wasn't like anyone in Parkers Prairie would ever know.
