Accidental Sex Goddess by Lexi Ryan Read Free Book Online Page B

wasn’t anything like what she’d expected. There’d been no makeover, no tips on how sway her hips when she walked, not even a lesson on perfecting her blow job. Instead the whole day had been an exercise in introspection, reflection, and self-evaluation.
    Reese had actually…enjoyed it. Everything except the moment at the beginning when she exposed her secret history with Ben.
    “Was this recent?” Masey asked. “Like since you broke up with Lance?”
    That jolted Reese out of her reverie. “No! No, it was…” She smudged a drip of coffee with her thumb. “It was before he and I became friends.”
    Masey leaned back in her chair and studied Reese. “Well, well, well. And here I thought the second you two gave in and touched each other, the rest would be history.”
    “What? Why would you think that?” Damn. She hated this. Learning to give a porn-star-caliber blow job wouldn’t have sucked this much.
    “Reese, everyone can see—”
    “We’re . Just. Friends .” She ground the words out through her teeth, then forced herself to relax her shoulders. “That’s all.”
    Masey nodded, but Reese got the impression she was humoring her more than believing her.
    “Listen.” Reese took a deep breath. “I’m not stupid. I know everyone thinks we’re together or going to get together, but it’s not like that.” She swallowed the lump in her throat and shrugged. “I tried. He didn’t want me.”
    The sympathy on Masey’s face was enough to make Reese want to run away.
    “We decided the only way to salvage our friendship was to agree that neither of us would ask for more than friendship from the other.” She forced a smile, but the memory was anything but happy. “The rest is history.”
    “I’m sorry, Reese,” Masey said. “I had no idea, but I just don’t understand. You said, he came to your apartment because—”
    Her coffee sloshed and she winced. “I don’t like to talk about it.”
    “Okay. Is there a reason you haven’t opened that yet?” Masey pointed to the envelope in Reese’s hands.
    “Chicken?”
    “Pretty much.” Reese tapped the envelope on the table, grateful to escape the interrogation about her and Ben’s past. “Step one is the same for everyone, right? It can’t be that bad.”
    “Open it.”
    Reese handed it to Masey. “You do it.”
    Masey didn’t hesitate. She tore into it and withdrew the letter inside. “Step one,” she read, “Say it out loud.”
    “IamaSexGoddess,” Reese said just loud enough for Masey to hear. “Now, what did she mean by giving me instructions for getting the next step?”
    Masey laughed, a big, contagious sound that filled a room and made anyone with an ounce of heart smile. “You’re not getting off that easy. There’s more.” She handed the note to Reese.
    Step One: Say it out loud. Declare your intent to the Universe !
    Dear Reese ,
    I am so pleased that you’re choosing to embark on this journey with me .
    “More like she conned me into it,” Reese grumbled, but she couldn’t be too sour about it. The woman was giving her a fantastic job, after all.
    I know you’re scared, and right now you may not even believe in my program .
    She looked up. “That’s not true. I totally believe she can transform me in ten steps.”
    Masey crossed her arms, doubt compressing her features. “You do?”
    “Yes! I also believe in that an obese geriatric can fit down a chimney, leave the exact kind, type, and number of gifts the child’s family can afford, and fly his reindeer off the roof all without making a sound.”
    Masey’s lip twitched. “Just read the letter.”
    Belief will come with time. With each step you’ll see changes in yourself that will motivate you to continue .
    Write me a letter describing the Sex Goddess version of Reese. Spend some time fantasizing first, then write it down .
    “Damn,” Reese muttered. She looked at Masey. “I’m dead, aren’t I? I’m dead and in Hell for having impure thoughts about