Farmer Wants a Wife: Love and Friendship, Book 3 by Shelley Munro Read Free Book Online Page B

assistant.
    “Are you nervous?” one of the women asked Susan.
    “Not really,” Susan said. “After flashing my butt at the camera, I figure things can’t get much worse.”
    The woman chuckled. “I saw that. I felt bad for you and at the same time I was glad it wasn’t me.”
    Susan clicked a photo of the women as they opened their lunches. “I wonder what sort of questions Nolan will ask us.”
    “I hate to think,” the woman said.
    Elle appeared on the track and ambled over to the group. “Cherry, you’re next.”
    “What were the questions like?” Susan asked.
    “You have to pick a sealed envelope then Nolan opens it and reads out the three questions.” She giggled. “He asked about my first kiss.”
    Cherry went off and came back, her cheeks scarlet. “He asked if I enjoyed sex. If that portion airs on television, I’m going to be mortified. My parents watched the first show. My grandparents. Oh, Jasmine. It’s your turn.”
    Susan’s gut did a nasty buck, her confidence sailing in an arc to fall to the pit of her stomach with a crash. Oh, goody. She had a sex question to look forward to, and she’d have to wait until the end because her surname was Webb.
    Jasmine returned, grinning. “Your turn, Maxine. He asked me to tell him about my favorite sexual position.”
    Susan felt her mouth drop open and snapped it shut. The questions seemed to becoming more personal. “What did you say?”
    “Reverse cowgirl,” Jasmine said. “That’s what the couple in the erotic romance I’m reading was doing, so I went with gut instinct and lied. I’d better warn my parents about this next segment of the show, but I guess they did say the show would be adult rated.”
    “As long as they don’t expect to film us having sex,” Susan muttered.
    Maxine returned, shaking her head. “Lucy, you’re up.”
    “Tough question?” Susan asked.
    “He asked me if I’d be willing to let a man tie me up. I said no way, no how. If there was any tying up, I was the one who was gonna be doing it. With all the hype about that BDSM novel, he was probably disappointed with my answer,” Maxine said.
    “Wow,” Elle said. “I think I lucked out with my question. Talking about a first kiss is much easier.”
    Foreboding shot to new heights in Susan. She watched the remaining girls disappear to meet with Nolan then it was her turn for questions.
    “Why do I feel as if I’m about to appear before the firing squad?” she asked Nolan before she remembered that blasted cameraman. She shot a quick glance at the camera and sure enough, she saw a smirking mouth beneath the camera housing.
    She sank onto the picnic blanket, relieved when she didn’t suffer any clothing malfunctions.
    “Are you nervous?” Nolan’s eyes laughed at her.
    “Should I be?” she countered.
    His mouth twitched. “Since there was only one envelope left, I opened it before you arrived.”
    Her gaze narrowed. “Bring it.”
    The cameraman sniggered.
    Nolan flashed a grin before his gaze went to a single sheet of white paper. From where she sat, she couldn’t read the questions. Blast . “Question number one: do you prefer your men to wear boxers or briefs?”
    Okay, that wasn’t so bad. “Neither,” she said.
    There was a moment of startled silence. The cameraman made a choking sound behind his camera.
    “You prefer commando?” Nolan asked.
    “Well, I can live with commando some of the time because, I mean, it’s so convenient when you’re in a hurry.” Where on earth was this coming from? She was channeling her inner bimbo—that was clear. “But mostly a man should wear boxer-briefs. You get great support plus you look good,” she said, her sugar-sweet tone daring him to take umbrage at her reply.
    Nolan’s lips quivered again, and he cleared his throat. “Great answer. Uh, the next question—this one is mine because I’m curious. I’ve done some research on your burlesque. I know your dancers do the fan dance at the club. How