“Do you mind if we spend the night?” Patrick inquired.
Sandra coughed and cleared her throat. It wouldn’t be the first time they stayed over. She had guest rooms, and they all crashed at each other’s places once in a while. But truth be told she wanted to finish her new reading material. The adult magazine she’d picked up, Just for Women had all kinds of hot, sexy stories in it. She’d been stuck on the same damn story for the past few weeks, but something always interrupted her.
She’d just gotten into the story the previous night when Rhonda called to give her the latest drama from her hair salon. Tonight was supposed to be Me Night. Sandra had it all planned, too: a glass of wine, a hot bath, a hot story, and maybe some self-pleasuring.
Each time she’d tried to read it, Sandra pictured Sean and Patrick as the men involved. She shook those images out of her head and tried to insert some other dude. Like Kenny, another trainer at Boot Camp. But it never worked. His face would haze over and be replaced with either Sean’s or Patrick’s. She had to mentally slap herself, because that would not do. They were her buddies.
Her two fine buddies.
Patrick was the epitome of dark and dangerous-looking, with Native American blood, and it showed nicely. Dark, shaggy hair fell to his collar, and he had what seemed like a permanent five-o-clock shadow. High cheekbones completed the bad-boy appearance, tempered with a slight hint of goofiness in his lopsided smile. His eyes were dark and brooding, which matched his personality at times. But Sandra had learned to deal with it.
Sean represented the blond, carefree, optimistic—and gorgeous type. His personality was the polar opposite of his friend’s. She loved the contrast of the two. She loved being included in their lives. Nothing intimate could ever happen between them.
But one could dream.