Love Gone Wild: A Contemporary Romantic Comedy

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Authors: Michele Bardsley
participate in the one-night stand. Don't you trust your friend to show me a good time?"
    Dane crossed his arms, his face a mask of anger. "You're paying me to be your pimp, is that it?"
    Hurt speared her. He thought she was behaving like a—a whore? Was that what he believed about her? She wanted to experience physical love, like the kind she'd read about in the romance novels Geoffrey had smuggled to her. Her parents allowed educational material and the occasional entertainment. She'd had no access to television programs, but her DVD collection was unrivaled. Her favorite film of all time was not part of her parent-approved movies: Sweet November.
    Marissa was tired of being told what to watch, what to believe, what to do. Is it so wrong to want physical pleasure? She swiped at the tears welling in her eyes. "If you are uncomfortable with our agreement, you can terminate it at any time. Right now, if you like. All I ask is that you allow me to purchase some clothes and that you drop me off at the café to meet Tuesday."
    "I didn't mean to hurt you."
    "Yes, you did." She pushed away from the wall and put some distance between herself and Dane. "What I don't understand is why. I've done nothing to indicate I wish to prostitute myself. I simply want to enjoy what you and everyone else take for granted."
    "Marissa, I—"
    Beep! Beep! A blue truck whipped into the parking space in front of them. A handsome, blond-haired man stuck his head out. "Hey, buddy! Good thing you didn't wear your Batman underwear, huh?" The man's gaze assessed Marissa. His hundred-watt smile indicated he liked what he saw. "Hi there."
    "This is Marissa Vanderson," said Dane. "Marissa, this is Brent Williams."
    He put his hand on the small of her back as if to guide her to the truck, but she moved away from the possessive touch. She didn't much like him right now and she didn't have to put up with his behavior. She had choices, too.
    She found herself squeezed between the two men, straddling a stick shift. Dane stretched his arm across the backrest; her neck tingled as his arm slid across it. Dane's naked thigh heated her right leg and Brent's jean-clad thigh produced interesting friction on her left leg. Her nightgown only stretched so far, giving both men bird's eye views of a considerable amount of flesh. If she wasn't careful, her panties might make an appearance.
    She felt decidedly hot.
    Really hot.
    In her wildest dreams, she never thought she'd be sandwiched between two handsome men. She had a healthy fantasy life, but this....
    "Is it warm in here?" she asked.
    "No," answered Dane.
    Brent reached between her legs to shift the gear. When the truck hit a pothole, his arm—going for the gearshift—bumped against her inside thigh. He shot her a wicked grin and winked. Next to her, Dane stiffened. She glanced at him and found him staring out the window. She might have believed his nonchalance if she hadn't noticed the tenseness of his jaw.
    Marissa wasn't sure what to do. She didn't understand Dane at all. Men were much more complicated creatures than she'd been led to believe. Daddy always gave in to Mommy's demands. Her father and mother finished each other's sentences. They did silly things like intentionally misquoting Shakespeare to suit their romantic moments and wearing those ghastly matching Hawaiian shirts when they went golfing. They loved each other, and they loved her, but their protectiveness had turned into control. It was almost as if they believed she would be fourteen-years-old forever; somehow, they had convinced themselves that time would stop for their little girl. But time didn't stop. Eight years had passed and she had grown up.
    For the millionth time, she wondered what her life would be like if Gillian hadn't died. Shaking off her thoughts, she turned to Brent. "So, what do you do?'
    "In what circumstances?"
    She almost said, "This one," but thought better of it considering Dane's grumpy mood. Brent was nice-looking, sure,

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