Free The Stranger (Red Hot Fantasies) by Opal Carew Page A

relationship wasn't going anywhere.
They'd been staying together mainly because it was easy.
    Her cat leaped into the basket and sniffed
at the clothes, and Jan shooed him away. He rubbed against her leg,
then climbed onto the couch beside her and curled up.
    Now she really didn't know how to move on.
She didn't know how to talk to guys and it didn't help that she was
super shy.
    That's why the stranger fantasy appealed to
her so much. She didn't have to say anything. She didn't have to
impress him, or worry about where things would lead. It was just
about the sex.
    And right now, she really wanted to have
sex. What Becca offered would be sheer heaven.
    How could she possibly turn it down?
    * * *
    On Friday night, Jan parked her car in the
visitor lot at Becca's townhouse complex, then walked to her door.
[She drew in a deep breath before she knocked, her stomach
fluttering.]
    A few moments later, Becca opened the door
and grinned broadly. "I'm glad you decided to come."
    Jan followed her to the kitchen and watched
while she opened a bottle of white wine, then poured two glasses
and handed her one.
    "Here, this will help you relax."
    Jan sipped, then leaned against the counter.
"So what happens now?" She took another sip, allowing the calming
heat of the wine to coil through her.
    "Well, I'll text Don to let him know we're
on for tonight." She grinned. "Your handsome stranger is on
standby, hoping you decided to go ahead."
    Jan felt bad, knowing she'd left Becca and
Don, and his friend, hanging. "I'm sorry, I should have let you
know sooner."
    "Not a problem. It's hard to go ahead with
something like this, even when you really want it. I know. I found
it just as hard to act on my fantasy with Cal. But I'm glad I
did."
    Jan ran her finger around the rim of her
glass. "Yeah, but you're dating him now."
    "It doesn't matter. Even if I never saw him
again, I'm glad I did it. It's a night I'll remember forever."
    Becca nudged her elbow. "Now finish up that glass
and I'll show you something."
    * * *
    "You want me to wear that?" Jan's cheeks
heated as she stared at the black bra and skimpy panties laid out
on Becca's bed. There was also a matching garter belt trimmed with
lace and black stockings.
    "Actually he sent them."
    "He sent them?" surprise
    "Sure. This is a fantasy for him, too."
Becca walked to the closet and pulled out a white silk blouse and
black skirt. "He also sent these." She placed them on the bed
beside the lingerie.
    Jan picked up the panties. They were made of
fine, sheer lace. Her cheeks flushed hotter as she realized he'd be
able to see right through them. Which was ridiculous, since he'd
eventually be seeing her totally naked. Her stomach clenched at the
thought.
    "Oh, God, Becca, I don't know if I can do
this."
    Becca patted her shoulder. "Of course you
can. It's super sexy and it's your favorite fantasy. There's no way
you want to walk away from such an exciting opportunity. I mean,
how many women really get to live out their fantasies?"
    Jan stared at the panties one more time,
then laid them on the bed again. Becca was right. Excitement
quivered through her at the thought of the sexy stranger gazing at
her while she wore that tiny bit of nothing.
    He'd sent these things. Which meant he'd
already thought about her wearing them. He'd been fantasizing about
this evening with her. Heat wafted through her at the thought.
    Oh, God, there was a real man out there, who
would come here tonight and… and take off her clothes and see her
in that skimpy lingerie… then naked. He would make love to her. In
the dark. At least, it would be dark for her because she'd be
wearing a blindfold. But he would see her. She hadn't really
thought about that part.
    Suddenly, she found it hard to breath.
    "Oh, Becca. I don't know if I can go through
with it. I mean, I want to. But… I'll have a blindfold and he
won't."
    "Honey, relax. You'll look super sexy in
those undies."
    Jan wasn't as confident about that as Becca
seemed to