Three wild erotic nights will have
her begging for more...
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Get a sneak peek of Beg For It by Angie
Daniels
They followed the
beat of nineties music with her high-heel, lime-green pumps echoing on the
concrete floor. The popular tunes alone were enough to take her mind back ten
years to a bleak period she’d rather forget. When they neared the gym, she
noticed the former students standing in the hallways, laughing and talking.
Jayla ignored the appreciative male gazes that followed them toward the door.
Just any man wouldn’t do, and even then, the last thing she’d be interested in
was something romantic. She no longer engaged in relationships. A weekend
fling… that was a horse of a different color.
Together they
stepped into the gymnasium that was already crowded. Classmates were already
mingling, taking photographs, and heavy laughter circulated the room. One guy
who looked vaguely familiar whistled as she sauntered past and yet Jayla rolled
her eyes heavenward. Ten years ago he wouldn’t have given her the time of day,
therefore, she didn’t even give him the satisfaction of looking his way.
Instead, she tilted her chin and continued her stride through the doors and
over to the registration desk, decorated in the purple and gold school colors,
where a very pregnant woman was seated.
“Welcome back to
Dixon High!” she greeted in a high-pitched voice. “Names please.”
“I’m Kat James and
this is my cousin Jayla Parker.”
“Hi Kat!” she
squealed. “I’m Hannah. We use to have American Literature together.”
“Of course,” she
said and then batted her eyelashes, which Jayla knew was a clear indication her
cousin was lying. Kat had a better chance of remembering some gorgeous guy
she’d met in line at the supermarket.
Hannah’s blue eyes
studied Jayla before a puzzled frown marred her forehead. “Jayla… hmm, I’m
afraid I don’t remember you.”
Oh course she didn’t.
What was there to remember?
Quit running in the
halls before I have to give you a citation!
Spit out that gum!
Jayla gave herself
a mental shake, then stood off to the side as she waited for her name-tag. She
would not allow anything to drag her mind down that dark path. Instead, she
would do what she had done for years—focus on reinvention and elevation.
Dedication and hard work had eventually paid off. And as a result, she was no
longer that frumpy hall monitor who lurked the corridors, instead she was the
new, beautiful, free-spirited version Jayla Parker.
Jayla’s eyes
traveled around the large space the reunion committee had transformed into a
night club. Strobe lighting. Two cash bars. A dozen waitresses working the
floor. While looking over at a table in the corner, something caught her
attention.
Someone.
Jayla swallowed.
There he was. Stefano Ortiz.
Jayla recognized
him immediately. Former track star. Mr. Popular. Even after all these years, he
was fiercely sexy, and muy caliente. All it took was
one sweep of his dark eyes and heat flooded through her so suddenly she nearly
stumbled back. Kat was calling her name, but Jayla was catatonic and her feet
felt glued to the floor. How was it even possible for Stefano to be more
handsome than before? she wondered. And yet the proof was sitting right in
front of her. The years had only intensified his fine qualities. His Latino
features were so mesmerizing, she felt her tongue sliding across her lips.
And cream inching
down her inner thighs.
He had eyes black
as the midnight sky, a shadowed face with lean cheeks and a strong nose. His
hair was dark and thick, cut a little too short for her taste and yet her
fingers itched to stroke his head, and then there was his beautiful dark skin.
However, what penetrated into her soul, like an explicit dream, was the
memories of the deep accented timbre of his voice when he spoke Spanish.
Her nerve-endings
were firing in a way she had not experienced before and Jayla quickly hauled
her eyes away. Back in high school, all of the girls, especially the cliques,
whimpered with desire when he walked by. Stefano was used to girls wanting him,
and a little twist of bitterness clenched inside her at the memories. Back
then, he hadn’t given a girl like her the time of day.
But
now she was a woman. And tonight, all was about to change.
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