said he didn’t like women on top, but from the way he moaned and encouraged the woman bouncing on his dick, it was clear he’d lied. In truth, he just didn’t like her on top.
Their heads were at the foot of the bed, so when she walked in, Simon couldn’t see her. The girl smiled and continued bouncing as if she was used to performing and Sabrina watched with rapt attention. The girl was skinny, pert, unbelievably tan all over, and her hair had been styled big and immobile. Every strand stayed expertly in place.
The body glitter all over her forehead and chest sparkled in the sunlight drifting through the curtain, and after noticing her expertly painted face, complete with blue eye shadow and glitter mascara, Sabrina briefly wondered if she were a call girl. Either way, she didn’t blame Simon for his choice. The woman looked like what all the magazines labeled as perfection.
She grabbed her sweater, left the key on the counter and took a detour to the hardware store after work. She changed her own locks and never heard from him again.
“Is this because of that asshole Simon and his rent-a-chick?” Caroline asked.
“Caroline!” Dawn hissed, her cheeks red as she glanced around the room.
“Sorry,” Caroline said, and lowered her voice. “Look, I know he hurt you—”
“He didn’t hurt me,” Sabrina said.
She wasn’t lying. Simon shattered her ego a bit, especially when she thought about the woman he’d cheated with, but she hadn’t been shocked he wasn’t the one. Somewhere deep inside she’d known, even if she hadn’t admitted it out loud, that their relationship would end. He was an okay boyfriend, but who wanted to live with mediocre when she could have so much more?
What if the writer of the ad turns out to be mediocre?
She pushed the negative thought away with the one that had pushed her to tell her friends about her plan.
What if he turns out to be perfect?
“Okay, I know he didn’t work out,” Caroline said, waving her hand around again, “but that’s no reason to reply to some ad for a mail order bride. That is so two hundred years ago.”
“Arranged marriages still happen,” Dawn said, “and so do blind dates, and online dating.”
“But she’s not talking about a date, she’s talking about the rest of her life,” Caroline continued. “Shifters don’t believe in divorce, although I know a couple who have done it, so what happens if this guy turns out to be a jerk?”
“I don’t know, maybe he is, but I don’t think it will hurt to answer the ad and see what happens.”
“I don’t think it sounds like a terrible idea—”
“Gee, thanks, Dawn,” Sabrina said.
“No problem,” Dawn smiled, and they all laughed. It was good to see her friend smile again.
“As I was saying, it doesn’t sound terrible, but what happens if he sees you and is…,”
“An asshole? A serial killer? Crazy?” Caroline fired off the questions.
“You’re crazy, and I still like you,” Sabrina said, flashing Caroline a cheesy grin. “Go ahead, Dawn.”
“Disappointed?” her friend whispered.
Although the ad only asked for a curvy, plus-sized human, it didn’t specify anything about looks. Dawn had a good reason for doubting strangers, but Sabrina didn’t, and she knew she wasn’t repulsive. Unless their ideas of plus-sized were different, she didn’t fear he would run away screaming.
“I’ll encourage him to be honest so we can go our separate ways and not waste any more of each other’s time. Maybe we’ll exchange pictures ahead of time, I don’t know. I’ve never done this before.”
“You’ve written him already, haven’t you?” Caroline asked.
“No, I haven’t. Not yet.”
“But you’ve already made up your mind,” Dawn stated.
“Look, I know it sounds crazy, but I’m thirty years old—”
“Thirty is not old!” Caroline interrupted.
“I know it’s not. Really, I do, but I want everything that’s listed in this ad. I want to get
Their heads were at the foot of the bed, so when she walked in, Simon couldn’t see her. The girl smiled and continued bouncing as if she was used to performing and Sabrina watched with rapt attention. The girl was skinny, pert, unbelievably tan all over, and her hair had been styled big and immobile. Every strand stayed expertly in place.
The body glitter all over her forehead and chest sparkled in the sunlight drifting through the curtain, and after noticing her expertly painted face, complete with blue eye shadow and glitter mascara, Sabrina briefly wondered if she were a call girl. Either way, she didn’t blame Simon for his choice. The woman looked like what all the magazines labeled as perfection.
She grabbed her sweater, left the key on the counter and took a detour to the hardware store after work. She changed her own locks and never heard from him again.
“Is this because of that asshole Simon and his rent-a-chick?” Caroline asked.
“Caroline!” Dawn hissed, her cheeks red as she glanced around the room.
“Sorry,” Caroline said, and lowered her voice. “Look, I know he hurt you—”
“He didn’t hurt me,” Sabrina said.
She wasn’t lying. Simon shattered her ego a bit, especially when she thought about the woman he’d cheated with, but she hadn’t been shocked he wasn’t the one. Somewhere deep inside she’d known, even if she hadn’t admitted it out loud, that their relationship would end. He was an okay boyfriend, but who wanted to live with mediocre when she could have so much more?
What if the writer of the ad turns out to be mediocre?
She pushed the negative thought away with the one that had pushed her to tell her friends about her plan.
What if he turns out to be perfect?
“Okay, I know he didn’t work out,” Caroline said, waving her hand around again, “but that’s no reason to reply to some ad for a mail order bride. That is so two hundred years ago.”
“Arranged marriages still happen,” Dawn said, “and so do blind dates, and online dating.”
“But she’s not talking about a date, she’s talking about the rest of her life,” Caroline continued. “Shifters don’t believe in divorce, although I know a couple who have done it, so what happens if this guy turns out to be a jerk?”
“I don’t know, maybe he is, but I don’t think it will hurt to answer the ad and see what happens.”
“I don’t think it sounds like a terrible idea—”
“Gee, thanks, Dawn,” Sabrina said.
“No problem,” Dawn smiled, and they all laughed. It was good to see her friend smile again.
“As I was saying, it doesn’t sound terrible, but what happens if he sees you and is…,”
“An asshole? A serial killer? Crazy?” Caroline fired off the questions.
“You’re crazy, and I still like you,” Sabrina said, flashing Caroline a cheesy grin. “Go ahead, Dawn.”
“Disappointed?” her friend whispered.
Although the ad only asked for a curvy, plus-sized human, it didn’t specify anything about looks. Dawn had a good reason for doubting strangers, but Sabrina didn’t, and she knew she wasn’t repulsive. Unless their ideas of plus-sized were different, she didn’t fear he would run away screaming.
“I’ll encourage him to be honest so we can go our separate ways and not waste any more of each other’s time. Maybe we’ll exchange pictures ahead of time, I don’t know. I’ve never done this before.”
“You’ve written him already, haven’t you?” Caroline asked.
“No, I haven’t. Not yet.”
“But you’ve already made up your mind,” Dawn stated.
“Look, I know it sounds crazy, but I’m thirty years old—”
“Thirty is not old!” Caroline interrupted.
“I know it’s not. Really, I do, but I want everything that’s listed in this ad. I want to get
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