Free Freeing the Beast: Taming the Beast, Book 1 by Tina Donahue Page B

grade. The last Eric had heard, she’d been divorced twice and was in therapy. More than once he’d wondered if his bumbling attempts at romance had caused lingering effects. After Paula, Eric had sworn off his powers, preferring to struggle with dating like a stupid mortal. When that hadn’t worked, he finally caved and sought out Becca’s help, her makeover and potions. His last chance and a fairly reasonable alternative.
    Insane, he knew.
    “I appreciate your advice,” Eric said, “but I have to do this my way. Can I get that table or not?”
    “I already said you could. Bring the girl here. I want to see what you’re doing wrong. I’ll take notes. Help you out.”
    Great. This was going to be a fun night.
    She should have kept her big mouth shut.
    Constance, Heather and Zoe had followed Becca to her apartment to help her get ready for a date she kept insisting was a test run.
    “Is that what he called it?” Constance smiled. “And what do you think it is?”
    The beginning of a lot of pain if she didn’t keep her cool.
    Becca finished spraying mist on her ferns. They filled her bedroom, along with wind chimes, beaded curtains on the windows and Mardi Gras masks on the walls. All of it colorful. Vibrant. Light-years away from her sex life. “He wants to make certain the potion is working properly before he unleashes his bad boy on the world.”
    “My, my.” Constance tapped her tapered nail against her chin. “Isn’t he a cocky little bastard?”
    Becca grinned, recalling his glorious shaft blooming right before her eyes, jutting brazen and proud, his pendulous balls, undeniably male. “He’s hardly little. Hung like a horse is more like it.”
    “Gave him a blast of your charm, did you?”
    That and a whole lot more. Becca leaned against the rocking chair near her brass bed, remembering what she shouldn’t. He was right about men not faking orgasms. They didn’t have to. Put any woman between their legs and their cocks jumped to attention, begging for more. “It’s unlikely I’ll ever have that much allure. However, I think the potion gave him a few more inches.”
    “The gift that keeps giving.”
    They both sniggered.
    Heather came out of Becca’s walk-in closet, a dress in her right hand, a pants suit in her left. “These are nice.”
    Constance sniffed. “If she’s going to her First Communion. You don’t want to wear white,” she advised Becca. “Sends a man the wrong message.”
    “I think he knows I’m not a virgin.”
    “Becca.” Color stained Heather’s pale cheeks. “No need to talk like that.”
    Constance leaned toward Becca and whispered, “We gotta get that girl laid.”
    Becca’s shoulders shook with suppressed laughter.
    “What about this?” Zoe held up Becca’s black workout clothes, bought for the gym membership she never used.
    “Put that back,” Constance ordered. “She’s going on a date, not a funeral at Anytime Fitness.”
    “It’s a test run,” Becca corrected for the n th time. “And it could always turn out bad.”
    The three women turned to her. Constance’s pursed lips warned, Don’t you dare give me that defeatist shit . Heather’s eyes filled with tears, her sympathetic nature agreeing with whatever Becca predicted, no matter how bad or humiliating.
    Zoe looked as though she was ready to rumble. “Just say the word and I’ll take him out.” She clenched her small fists. “I’ll enjoy it.”
    “Leave him alone,” Becca said. “He hasn’t done anything.”
    Yet.
    Pushing past them, Becca went into her closet. The hangers scraped over the wooden poles as she shoved one garment after the other out of her way, rejecting some of her clothes as being too funky or baggy, a few too innocent, a lot more beyond decadent.
    Tonight, she wanted to be…what?
    Becca wasn’t certain.
    Damn. She ran her own business, supported herself better than most women her age, was smart enough to have gotten a perfect score on the SAT without magic or