Welcome to the 83rd week of My Sexy Saturday.This week’s theme is Sexy Me Up and while it’s hard to define, we can think of a lot of sexy scenarios that can be applied. Think about the Pygmalion types…those who don’t think they are sexy…and suddenly, all those around realize just how desirable they are. Or how about those who have just gotten over a bad breakup and need a little reassurance that they are indeed sexy.
This week a snip from Memories of Us.
“Don’t tell me you made pasta.”
“Oh, God no.” She laughed, with a palm in the air. “I serve in a restaurant, I still don’t cook. I’d better get going, though. It was great to see you, again, pretty boy.” She leaned in and kissed my cheek. I turned my head to catch her lips with my own.
“Wait. You didn’t give me a definite answer. Are you planning on being around tomorrow?”
“Don’t you have some gold digging harpy who can play your winger?”
“No, I’m between harpies for the moment.”
“We’ll see. Text me, PB.”
“I don’t think I have your number anymore. I lost it about…” I counted on my fingers. “Three or four phones ago.”
“I took the liberty of programing it in there.” With a wink, she turned, the ruffles of her skirt catching my attention as she sashayed down the aisle, like only Karis could. Man she had a walk. Always had. I whistled through my teeth. Fuckin’ temptress. That’s all she was. The cocktease of all cockteases.
“Oh, and there might be a couple of selfies you might enjoy,” she added over her shoulder. I couldn’t wait to get to my car and see what kind of pics she’d left on my phone this time. Back in the day, they’d been positively x-rated. The kind of stuff teenaged boys lived for. And like the old days, I had to remind myself she would always be Trey’s little sister. But damn—I thought as her wiggle disappeared—she grew up nice.
When the present and the past collide…
Call Barstow spent the better part of his teenage years fighting off the sexual advances of Karis Hirt. Gorgeous, wild, promiscuous, and his best friend, Trey’s little sister, to boot. This in the teenage boy vernacular is referred to as pure unadulterated hell!
Determined to keep his friends from his sister, Trey swears all his buddies to a hands-off-the-sister pact, which Call takes very seriously. Call’s pledge is only made more torturous when the sensual little vixen, Karis, is determined to make him break his vow. But his constant rejection only drives her to rebel, leaving her reputation in tatters.
Years later, Karis resurfaces in Call's life—a subdued version of the wild child he remembers. Suddenly the pact doesn’t seem important anymore, nor does her spotty reputation. As Call begins to reconcile the past-and-present Karis, he is inundated with memories of her and soon finds himself head over heels with the girl who consumed his youth.
Can Call not only forget but overlook her shadowed sexual history for a bright new future? Or will Karis’ wild past only lead to their eventual ruin?