Free In Her Wildest Dreams by Farrah Rochon

in the middle of the sidewalk and watched as she hurriedly retreated, walking back the way they’d come. He could follow her if he thought it would do any good, but after the look of dismay that had crossed her face after their kiss, Gavin’s feet remained planted.
    He balled his hands into tight fists, hoping that one impetuous kiss hadn’t ruined their friendship. As much as he’d been dying to kiss her like that, it wasn’t worth losing Erica as a friend.
    Even so, Gavin couldn’t stop the smile that crept up his lips as he remembered the way she’d tasted, the way she’d felt against him. No matter what the fallout would be, he had to admit kissing her was better than he’d ever dreamed. 
     

 
     
     
     
    Chapter Six
     
     
     
    Laptop resting in his lap, Gavin glanced up at the muted television to check the score of the basketball game. The Hornets were still losing by double digits, which meant he could fully concentrate on the job description he was writing. Tonya had threatened bodily harm if he didn’t get it posted by the end of the day.
    A reminder popped up on his screen, reminding him that he needed to send the ad he was running in the newspaper for Decadente’s Valentine’s Day special. He started to dismiss it, but he’d hit that postpone button nearly a dozen times already. The deadline was 11:59 pm if he wanted the ad to run the full two weeks before Valentine’s Day.
    Gavin clicked over to his email and quickly composed the ad.
    There was a knock at the door.
    “Shit,” he said. He started to save the draft of the email, but with the way things were going, he knew he’d probably forget to go back to it. He gave the email a cursory glance and hit “Send,” mentally checking off another thing on his to-do list.
    Gavin went over to the door and opened it. It was Dalton.
    “I thought you had decided to stand me up,” he greeted his friend.
    “Things got crazy at the office this afternoon,” Dalton said, walking into the living room and tossing his briefcase on the couch. “Tell me you have beer.”
    “In the fridge.” Gavin gestured toward the kitchen with his head. “There’s a pizza in the oven if you haven’t eaten dinner yet.”
    “Thank God,” Dalton said. A minute later, he returned to the living room with a beer in one hand and a slice of pepperoni and sausage pizza in the other. He hadn’t even bothered to take off his coat.
    Shaking his head, Gavin gave his friend a superior look. “All these years later, and I’m still taking care of your ass.”
    Dalton managed to flip him the bird with the hand that held the beer can. “You ready to do this?” he asked around a mouthful of pizza.
    “I guess so,” Gavin said, tabling the job posting yet again. “Just tell me what I need to do.”
    “You’ll need to login to the firm’s system. The program is saved in my work files. Can I trust you with my logon info?” he asked.
    “I have no plans to sabotage the company I built,” Gavin said.
    He pulled up the remote login page for Technology Concepts and logged in using the credentials Dalton rattled off.
    “Give it here.” Dalton finished up his pizza and sat next to Gavin on the sofa, pulling the laptop from the coffee table and settling it in his lap. “You will not believe what these guys have come up with, Gavin.”
    He pulled up the file, downloaded the program onto Gavin’s laptop, and started giving Gavin a tour of a social networking program designed specifically for the video gaming community.
    “Members can play against each other online, they can trade games, there’s even a feature that allows members to earn credits to buy things from a central store.”
    “Where does revenue come from?”
    “Advertisers will support the free version, or gamers will be able to buy into a premium ad-free membership.”
    “I’m not a gamer, but I’m pretty sure there are already a few Websites like this one,” Gavin said. “What makes this special?”
    A huge