Free Orgasm University by Jennifer Kacey Page B

victim yet?” She was
notoriously trying to fix everyone up on a blind date and thankfully Victoria
had stayed well and truly below her radar for the past few months.
    “You must be some kind of psychic because that’s exactly why
I’m calling. Are you free this Friday?”
    She stopped with her hand midair, her keys poised to unlock
her front door.
    “N—”
    “Wait, wait, wait. Before you answer, hear me out. There’s
this guy who’s been asking about you. His name is Michael. He’s gorgeous. And I
think you should reconsider the no you were about to spew, and go out with
him.”
    Victoria hesitated. She didn’t want to do it, but why not?
Because she was holding out for Dr. Hottie? She rolled her eyes and leaned
against the house. Tabatha had never fixed her up with anyone who hadn’t gone
through her rigorous screening process. It hadn’t worked out very well before
but who knew?
    She answered before she thought any more about it. What
could one blind date hurt? “When and where?”
    “OMG you said yes.”
    “And you’d better give me the deets before I think better
about it and hang up on you.”
    “Ha, you know I’d just call you right back over and over
until you answered.”
    Victoria smiled. Maybe this was exactly what she needed to
get her head out of the doctor’s office and back in the real world.

Chapter Eight
     
    It had been three long days.
    The last thing she wanted to do was have some guy over to
her house, even just so he could pick her up and they could go to dinner.
    Tabatha assured her he was smart, successful, had a job on
campus, blah, blah, blah.
    She’d said everything short of he had a great personality .
    If her track record repeated itself he’d be middle-aged,
balding and a bit round around the middle. Dating for the sake of dating wasn’t
real high on her to-do list. It ranked right up there with cleaning out her
gutters.
    She tugged the fabric of her knee-length slate-gray dress
into place, slipping on matching heels. It reminded her of a flapper dress with
the fringe on the bottom as she walked to the bathroom.
    Blood-red lipstick called to her from her makeup bag. She
slicked it on her top lip, laying it in the center, swiping outward one side at
a time, finishing the slut color along her pouty bottom lip.
    Dr. Hottie kept popping into her head. The touch of his
hands lingered on her skin, a phantom lover she couldn’t escape asleep or
awake.
    His voice peppered her thoughts throughout the day, his
commands, the authority in which he knew her body, giving her something she was
still unable to replicate. No matter how many times she’d tried in the last
seventy-two hours.
    The chime of the doorbell downstairs made her grimace at
herself in the mirror. She checked her makeup and dress one last time, swiping
her hoop earrings off the counter. “At least he’s on time,” she mumbled to
herself as she went to the door.
    She plastered on a fake smile, taking a deep breath before
commencing with the dull portion of the evening.
    Her smile died. She clutched the door handle, ogling the
handsome man standing on her front porch.
    “Dr. Hottie?” Her cheeks grew warm as she covered her mouth
in embarrassment. “Damn. Sorry.”
    He stared at her from just across the threshold, and she did
the same. His doctor coat surprisingly absent, but he wore a three-piece suit,
jet black, with a bright-blue shirt and a multicolored tie matching it all,
including his sea-green eyes.
    “Michael, actually. Very nice to meet you, and you are?” He
held out his hand, the characteristic raised eyebrow taunting her.
    Her hand moved before she told it to, caressing the cradle
of his palm so he could shake it in greeting. “Uhh…Victoria, but you already
know that. You’re my date? But how did you make that happen?”
    “Aren’t you going to invite me in, Victoria?” He tugged her
closer. Despite her uncertainty she went with it, staring up at him as he
towered over her. He always made