Free She Said Yes! by Shawna Jeanne Page A

long as Johnny was faithful to her, she could overlook whatever might be between them.
    And, God, could she even admit it? Part of her was sort of turned on—just a little bit—by the thought of her man getting it on with another guy. There in the quiet interior of her car, alone, she felt a warmth spread between her legs at the thought of Johnny’s hands flat against Ben’s broad, hairy chest, Johnny’s strong thighs clamped tightly around Ben’s narrow waist. She imagined the two men wrestling together on the floor of her living room, both naked, sweaty and hard, and she shifted in the driver’s seat as a spike of lust shot pleasantly through her cunt.
    If Johnny was asleep when she got home, she might have to pull out her vibrator for a quick release before calling it a night. How far could she take the image of her lover and his best friend frolicking in the buff? One hand drifted down to press hard against the front of her jeans, where a sweet ache blossomed. She couldn’t wait to find out.
    * * * *
    Though she was with Johnny, it was Ben Marianne met first. He was the general manager at the rental car company her boss favored—with so many boutiques in the Richmond area, and more scheduled to open, company policy was to use a rental whenever possible to reduce wear and tear on personal vehicles and limit liability. Most of the travel was done by Marianne’s boss, which meant she had to arrange for the rental cars to be dropped off at their office ahead of time.
    The first time Ben came in, keys in hand, Marianne was smitten by his devilish goatee and sexy grin. He reminded her of a young Robert Downey, Jr., with an extra twenty pounds broadening his chest and shoulders. It was after four in the afternoon, and his suit was a little rumpled that late in the day, but it only added to his charm. Leaning down over her desk, he dangled the keys to a rental car in front of her and said, “Your chariot has arrived, milady.”
    Marianne giggled. “You look like Iron Man. Well, no, the guy who plays Iron Man. I mean, the actor in the movies, not the way he’s drawn in the comics.”
    He gave her a wink that made her blush. “I hope that’s a good thing.”
    “Oh, it is,” Marianne assured him. “God, that guy’s hot. He could make a movie of him just sitting on a couch for two hours and I’d pay to see it.”
    Ben grinned wider. “So you’re saying I’m hot.”
    Realizing her gaffe, Marianne ducked her head and took a deep breath to steady herself. Her face was on fire, and now that he was staring at her so intently, she couldn’t seem to meet his gaze. What color were his eyes, even? She didn’t know. She wasn’t able to look higher than the nametag on his lapel that read Benjamin Stewart, Manager .
    Grasping for something to change the subject, she asked, “You’re the manager and you deliver cars to clients? Now that’s what I call customer service.”
    “It’s what I call being short staffed.” Ben palmed the keys and folded his arms in front of him on the top of her desk, and didn’t seem in the least bit interested in moving any time soon. He smiled down at her like a benevolent god, and she snuck glances up at him when she thought she could get away with it, but every time she did, their eyes met and sparks flew. At least, they did for her . By the time he left the office, her panties were going to be wet.
    After an awkward moment, Marianne spied the telephone and sighed in relief. “Let me get Ms. Harper up here to sign for the car.”
    When her boss was at the front desk, Ben was all business—he stepped back and straightened up, his smile reserved for Ms. Harper now, his eyes no longer on Marianne. For the first time since he had entered the office, she felt as if she could breathe again.
    She turned to her computer and pretended to ignore the interaction between her boss and the rental car manager, but she couldn’t deny the way her heart fluttered every time she glanced up and saw