Samantha Hunter - Make Your Move

O H, MAN, YOU ARE SO HOT, Jason Kravitz Dr. Jason Kravitzwhispered in Jodie Pattersons ear. His hand rested on her shoulder almost shyly as they walked up the stairs of the old brownstone together.

He wasnt the kind of guy she usually dated, but he was cute in a geeky professor way, with his close-cut brown curls, his serious blue eyes and wire-frame glasses. Hed mentioned playing racquetball, and his physique was nice enough, she was pleased to note.

Mostly, Jodie got a kick out of how attentive and grateful he was. A bio engineer at Northwestern, what woman wouldnt be flattered when Jason told her hed never been out with a woman as sexy as her?

It was an ego stroke, sure, but why not?

Im gonna rock your world, Dr. Kravitz, she thought with a secretive smile as she impulsively pushed him up against the wall near her apartment and found his lips for a kiss. It was a preview of what she wanted to happen once they were inside the door.

He was a decent kisser, thank God, and from what she could tell of the boner inside his conservatively cut dress pants, they were in full agreement about how this evening was going to end.

Jodie looked down the hall where a door shut, though she didnt see anyone, and stepped away. Shed lived in this apartment building for six years and knew most of her neighbors. On top of that she was a local businesswoman with a reputation to protect. She liked to get wild, but she wasnt stupid.

She felt Jason watching her as if he couldnt bear to take his eyes off her. It was nice, compared to the string of smooth operators shed dated recently, guys who liked to pretend they were too cool to stroke anyones ego but their own.

She winked naughtily and crooked her finger. This was going to be fun.

Theyd had a pleasant enough evening. Hed sprung for a very nice dinner and a show, and shed cut him some slack on the social graces. After all, Jason was a scientist. A wealthy, nice looking andshe could tella well-endowed nerd.

Jodie knew that social dexterity was not the strength of the scientific male. Her best friend and business partner Dan Ellison had taught her that. Dan was a good friend and the one guy on earth she could trust and be herself with, but he was still a scientist. A true-blue genius, actually, a teenage college student, Dan was going for his second Ph.D. when Jodie had just hit her sophomore year.

Shed be lying if she didnt admitat least to herselfthat Jason was definitely fulfilling a little fantasy shed held on to for a while.

Back in the day, more than once, Jodie had thought of what it would be like to sleep with Dan, too. He was sweet, and really good-looking, in spite of his refusal to part with his glasses and somewhat haphazard academic mode of dress. Shed given up buying him beautiful designer shirts and so forth for holidays because he never wore them, though he admired them as gifts. Dan was justDan.

Maybe something would have happened in those early days if shed made a move, but when they opened a business together, the door that led to sex was closed firmly shut. As time went on, she also didnt want to risk destroying the one real relationship she had with a truly decent guy. There was a world full of men to bring home for a night, but really good men were a rare find. Dan was a really good man.

Opening her apartment door, she led Jason in by the tie and when the door shut, she turned on a low light, sliding her coat off and hanging it in the closet before taking his. Their hands touched, and her heartbeat picked up a little. The territory south of her belly button started to get that warm tingle of anticipation that signaled good things on the horizon.

Jodie loved everything about sex. She loved seduction and mens bodies and everything that physical coupling had to offer. It was fun, energizing, and she was very, very good at it. Knowing that gave her a sense of control. She could, with little effort, have any man she wanted. And usually did.

Tonight, that was enhanced by Jasons shy approach. She liked how he wasnt all over her the second the door was shut. He just kept staring at her as if she was the best thing since pink Popsicles.

Jodie grinned. She was an old-fashioned girl in one way: she liked a real man in her bed, not a battery-operated boy toy. Call her a purist, but there really was nothing like the real thing and she didnt settle for facsimiles.

You make yourself comfortable. Ill be right back, she said with sexy promise in her voice.

Her weekend was off to a perfect start. Sex and fun on Friday night to ease into the weekend, followed by busy Saturday and Sunday mornings at the bakery, and then Sunday afternoon and Monday off to relax and have time to herself. It was a routine honed to perfection over the years. Shed worked hard to get her bake shop, Just Eat It, off the ground. Four years later, now that she was doing well, shed taken on help and made sure she had time to enjoy life, too.