His Secret Desire - Part 1 (An Erotic Romance Serial Novel) by Alana Davis Page A

my ear,
almost too loudly, “When was the last time you even talked to a guy, let alone
went on a date?” I elbowed her, giving her a look that I meant
to convey shut up! but only managed to suppress my approaching laughter.
We got off at the cafeteria laughing, my embarrassment all but forgotten. “And when was the last time you were on a
date? Twenty minutes ago?” I asked. Emily and I sat down in the cafeteria by the
window. I picked at an Asian salad with chicken that I barely put any dressing
on. Emily took a large bite of a cheeseburger with all the fixings. Satisfaction spread over her face as ketchup
ran down her chin. She wiped it off and put the cheeseburger down to eat a few fries that she
greedily lapped up more ketchup with. I watched her ravenous eating with a
sense of awe. “I had the best date last night. Maybe of my
entire life. First off, he was drop-dead gorgeous. Like a young Marlon Brando
mixed with George Clooney. Even through his suit I could tell he was fit, like
that crazy driven type who spends too much time at the gym and eats nothing but
grilled chicken and kale.” Emily paused and looked up to the ceiling as if
savoring another bite of her cheeseburger. “So he brings me out to this amazing fusion
Chinese place downtown where he knows all the waiters and then the chef
personally brings us a special entree that he designed for us on the spot! It
was incredible! After the restaurant, he throws me in a cab and we bounce from
club to club. Not those awful popped-collar ones but these clubs where there
aren’t even signs out front. He just knew a whole string of them and brought me
dancing all night. And my God, he could dance. I mean, really dance.” A smirk
crossed Emily’s face. She finished her cheeseburger with one large bite and sat
back in her chair. “So you really liked him? What was his name
again?” “It was either Roger or Robert, not sure.
Either way, he was way too into himself and status-obsessed. Like, he believed
he was God’s gift to women. But I can’t deny that there were parts of him that
I definitely liked,” Emily said, still chewing. A man in his late twenties walked by us and
nodded to Emily with a smile. Emily smiled and tossed her hair back gently. As
he walked away, Emily turned back to me. “Why don’t you go for any of the guys around
here? Like that guy, Steven Draven. Handsome, successful, not a bad
conversationalist either.” “I take it you know this from first-hand
experience?” “Little ol’ me? Well no, I’ve never gone out
with him. But Cathy from accounting went out on a couple dates with him and
said she had a fantastic time. His dad owns a cabin in the Hamptons and he even
has a mini-yacht. I mean, come on! What is more perfect for a weekend of fun
than that?” “Well, maybe I’m not looking for random fun
with these executive types. I don’t want to be some random weekend fling for
these guys to brag about to each other. And if Cathy had such a fun time, what
happened?” I asked, leveling my eyes playfully at Emily. “Who knows? She got bored. He got bored. It
doesn’t matter. And anyway, it doesn’t matter what these guys think of you. Who
said you’re the weekend fling? You have some fun. They have some fun. It’s no
attachments all around and no one gets hurt.” Emily pointed to a group of five guys sitting
together. “What about one of those guys? Maybe James?” “First off, James is very nice. A sweetheart,
really. But haven’t you noticed just how nice he dresses all the time. How
meticulous he is with his ensembles? Have you ever talked to James at length?
You’d probably find the two of you share a lot of the same...interests.” “James is gay? Well, that explains why he
doesn’t respond to me at all. How could any straight man resist this?” Emily
asked, tossing her head back dramatically. I laughed. “Ok there, Miss Irresistible. Who
else could be my possible Casanova?” “Dave Schuman.” “Dave Schuman.