Total pages in book: 25
Estimated words: 23054 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 115(@200wpm)___ 92(@250wpm)___ 77(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 23054 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 115(@200wpm)___ 92(@250wpm)___ 77(@300wpm)
Tanya:
I’m a lucky girl. I bought an apartment in NYC that happens to have three hot guys living on the floors below me.
There’s Carl, a handsome start-up CEO with a six pack that ripples when he works out.
There’s James, a gorgeous attorney with a gavel made for hard pounding.
And last, Chris, a sculpted chef with a giant, bulging spatula beneath his apron.
But my neighbors aren’t the only ones who want a piece of the action because there are also handsome identical triplets in my hood who believe that I’m a goddess incarnate.
Yes, Henry, Hoover, and Herbert are gorgeous brothers with huge, muscular bodies; piercing blue eyes; and giant war hammers that jut out, strong and proud.
But now, six different men desire my curves …
… And I only have three secret spots.
How do I learn to share when so many neighborhood men want IN?
Whoa whoa whoa! What neighborhood does Tanya live in again? And how do I move there? Heh heh heh! This story is a follow-up to Hot and Unprotected, where we link up with Tanya Smead, Laurie’s sassy friend from work. Tanya’s been twice divorced, and for good reason too! Her exes claimed that she was too “sl*tty” and “out there” for their tastes. Are these guys for real because that’s EXACTLY the kind of heroine we adore! Put on your seatbelts for a wild ride because Tanya’s coming out of this story not just a heroine … but as an actual CURVY GODDESS. Happily ever after guaranteed.
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1
Tanya
Smoothing lotion into my décolletage, I inhale heady notes of fragrance. The scent is a mixture of gardenia and sandalwood, reminiscent of faraway lands and seductive ladies. My skin feels soft and silky, and staring at my reflection, I fluff my hair out with satisfaction. The blonde strands wave beautifully over my shoulders, and I smile while giving a little shimmy of my hips.
After all, I’m clad in nothing but the thinnest gossamer robe. It’s made of a filmy silver fabric that I imagine Salome must have worn when she performed the Dance of the Seven Veils. Instead of concealing my curves, the fabric hints at the lushness beneath: my big breasts that sway gently, and my narrow waist and wide hips. The dark vee between my legs is also visible, and I giggle again. There will be time for that later.
Carefully, I place a diamanté crown on my head, making sure the crystals sparkle just so. Then I put on matching sparkly sandals, and fluff out my hair once again. The girl in the mirror looks innocent yet seductive, with wide blue eyes and ivory curves. She smiles a secret smile, and then blows a kiss at me. Game time.
I turn and make my way out of my bedroom, and to the front door of my apartment. Slowly, I open the front door and peer outside. It’s late, so there’s no sound, and besides, I have a floor-through apartment. That means that I have no neighbors except for the three men who live below me, and it’s Saturday night. Carl, Chris and James are gorgeous guys in their 30’s. I’m sure they’re out partying with pretty girls and lots of alcohol.
I frown for a moment. The fact is that my three neighbors are super-handsome. I don’t know how it worked out this way because according to Sex and the City, the men in NYC are users, losers, and douches. They’re emotionally unavailable as they work 80 hours a week trying to become the next Master of the Universe.
But somehow, I got lucky. I moved into this building a couple years back, and it’s a small, but friendly coop. Sure, it’s a walk-up, but there are worse things in New York City. Even crazier, over the years, the existing tenants moved out, and three handsome men moved into the three apartments on the lower floors.
There’s Carl, the founder of a bikeshare start-up on the ground floor. I don’t envy him because his windows are at street level, so people walking by can literally look into his apartment. I don’t think he minds though. I’ve realized that a lot of guys don’t care if people see them naked. In fact, Carl’s got an insanely ripped bod as an avid biker himself, so he probably wants people to see his broad shoulders and bulging six pack.
Then on the second floor is James Stand, who works as an attorney at a law firm in Midtown. I’m not sure what exactly he does, to be honest, but I don’t care either, because seeing that guy in a suit always makes my knees go weak. He’s the literal definition of tall, dark, and handsome, and when he’s got a blazer on, well… *chef’s kiss*. Let’s just say I wouldn’t mind losing my shirt to him.
Meanwhile, directly below me is Chris Foley, a handsome chef with tousled brown hair and a mischievous smile. He too manages to work out like a fiend despite the long hours required of restaurant work, and I’ll sometimes see him lifting weights early mornings in our communal garden. It’s insane. I know that chefs have to wrestle with cast iron pots and pans that weigh a ton, but this guy looks like he could lift a horse with those bulging biceps and powerful chest. My mouth literally went dry when I saw him hoist a barrel over one shoulder last week. He was so brawny and handsome that my thighs clenched together as my insides went moist with need.
But of course, Chris, James, and Carl have ladies pouring out of their ears. I’ve seen all three of my neighbors squire about pretty young things on the reg, but none of the girls ever seems to stick. I’ll even hear moans and grunts when I pass by their apartments in the stairwell, but again, I haven’t seen the same woman show her face twice. That’s how handsome and popular these men are. They have so much mojo that they’re able to get fresh pussy every week. Every night, even. And what guy wouldn’t want that? I’d do it too, if I were them.
Nonetheless, I have my secrets as well, and my secret ritual is one of them. With another mischievous smile, I slip out my front door and scamper to the stairwell that leads to the roof. With light steps, I ascend the stairs and then burst out onto the roof and into the night sky.