Well,no,that wasn’t true.Her own experiences found their way into her stories,but no one knew they were real.She’d written Nick’s sex-capades into her fiction,too.The readers who bought her books loved her“imagination,”as one revieweron Amazon put it.Real life,baby,she’d thought when she read that.I’m just kinkier than you.
Lisa set her magazine aside and sipped the iced tea.Cool and refreshing,just as she’d hoped.Nick’s hand slid up her thigh,then eased under her knee to pull her leg up a little to make more room for him at the end of the lounge.He stood,straddled the chair,and sat back down again as Lisa raised her legs out of the way.When he reached for one of her feet,she arched her toes away from him.“Watch the polish.”
He cupped her heel and began to massage her ankle.“Pretty,”he said,looking at her toenails.“How’d you rub them together like that?”
Lisa scoffed.“Like you care.Thanks for the tea.”