"How can he be mad at me when all he wants is sexcapades and the occasional platonic dinner or trip? I'm not his plaything Well... what was the term I half-heartedly used before? The Devil's Concubine?"
Okay, I admit it. I'm a sexually na ve, thirty-eight-year-old university librarian, divorced, no kids. My name is Morgan Reynolds. I'm trying hard to break away from an up-to-now predictable life and my mother riding me like Miley Cyrus on a wrecking ball. From desperation, I proclaim a new mantra. This will be my year of WHY NOT
Thank God my good friends, Brooke and Taylor, shove me into the deep end of the dating pool. I meet successful, handsome Dominick Chandler. That night, I text the usual 'getting-to-know-you' questions. "What's the craziest thing you've ever done?" Nick's reply sends me running around my bedroom in a flushed panic. Swingers parties and sex with people watching at clubs? WHAT?
Nick wants me - but on his terms. Not a real relationship, but as some erotic plus-one. Shocked, yet intrigued, I know Nick's daring me to cross the line, but I've always been one to resist temptation. Fingers shaking, I text back, "I'm in. For what, I'm not sure." WHY NOT
Hot, Sexy Guy? Yes
Kissing a Girl? Umm...
A Threesome? What?
Pushing my Boundaries? WHY NOT
"Wow What a great story to live. You are so brave for daring to step out of the good girl comfort zone and set yourself free And you got your own one in a million Nick."
"It felt close, genuine and filled with love. Yes, not the sweet perfect kind, but the raw true kind, which is even sweeter I can't wait to see what Morgan does next."