A
Perfect Ten
Forbidden Men # 5
By:
Linda Kage
Releasing
March 30th,
2015
Self-Published
A Perfect Ten
Forbidden Men Series
Let
your hair down, Caroline, they said. It'll be fun, they said.
I
know I've closed myself off in a major way in the past year, ever
since “the incident” where I messed up my life completely. It's
past time I try to live again or just give up completely. But this is
quite possibly the craziest thing I've ever done. In a last ditch
effort to invigorate myself, I'm standing outside Oren Tenning's
bedroom, I just peeled off the sexiest pair of underwear I own, and
my hand is already raised to knock. My brother would disown me for
doing anything with his best friend, and he'd probably kill Oren. But
if I play my cards right, no one will ever know about this. Not even
Ten.
Maybe
after tonight, I’ll finally get over this stupid, irrational crush
I hate having on the biggest jerk I’ve ever met. Or maybe I’ll
just end up falling for him even harder. Maybe I’ll discover
there’s so much more to my crude, carefree hunk than meets the eye.
She
was Noel Gamble’s one and only sister; I could not fuck her. No
matter what.
Ergo,
I needed to take drastic measures to keep her at arm’s length. I
needed to...okay, fine. Fuck. I just needed to be me. Not really so
drastic once you think about it, even though it probably seemed that
way to her.
So
I let her have the full intensity of Ten. I stopped watching
No
matter how deeply my actions ate at me, though, it didn’t stop me
from making her hate me and killing any soft feelings she’d ever
had for me.
It
should’ve been easy to accomplish. Everyone who knows me knows how
fast I can piss off a woman.
But
nothing about Caroline has ever been easy.
That’s
the curious thing about temptation. It festers and grows. You feed
that bitch enough and she morphs into craving, and then craving turns
into obsession. Pretty soon, nothing in your life is as important as
that one thing you want but can’t have.
I
wanted her and I couldn’t have her, so I fed the temptation, I
flooded the craving, I would’ve fucking nursed the obsession from
my own tits if I could’ve. I made sure I got little doses of her
here and there. Except something incredibly enlightening happens when
you spend enough time in one woman’s company. You start noticing
shit about her, little useless shit that actually begins to mean
everything, like how she brushes the hair out her face—even if
there isn’t any in her eyes—whenever she’s unsettled, or how
she chews on the end of a pen during class whenever she’s listening
to something that captivates her attention. You learn all her
different laughs and know what each one means. You learn what pisses
her off the most, or what makes her the happiest. You discover how
smart and witty and sarcastic she is, and that her mind is almost as
dirty as yours. You see how passionate she becomes when she defends
those she loves, and you start to fall. Hard.
So,
this is my Pathetic Loser’s confession: I am Oren Tenning and I
have fallen. Hard.
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Linda
grew up on a dairy farm in the Midwest as the youngest of eight
children. Now she lives in Kansas with her husband, daughter, and
nine cuckoo clocks. Her life's been blessed with lots of people to
learn from and love. Writing's always been a major part of her world,
and she is so happy to finally share some of her stories with other
romance lovers.
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