Amber grabbed the bottle of wine and refilled both glasses. She thought about chugging the bottle down for liquid courage, but didn't know how that would look. Taking the glasses, she headed into the living room and tried to get comfortable and appear sexy at the same time.
Jax came out of the kitchen and took a seat on the couch across from her, still holding a towel as he dried his hands. She had to just get it out or she was going to chicken out. She could tell Jax was anxious to know what was going on.
"Okay, so the reason I asked you over tonight…" She grabbed her glass and took a big sip of wine. Screw it, she needed liquid courage. She drained her glass and set it down. Taking a deep breath, she blurted out, "I'm writing a book."
"That's awesome. Did you want me to edit it or something?"
"Um, no," she replied. "Okay, this is tough to ask. So I guess I should just say it."
Jax just looked at her, waiting. He looked sexy as hell sitting with his arms across the back of the couch. It was now or never.
"The book I'm writing is an erotic romance." She studied his face; a slight smirk formed on it. "As you might know, I don't get a whole lot of male company around here, and well, past experiences have never really left me satisfied, so I don't have a lot to go on."
"Are you asking me for porn or something?"
She bit her bottom lip and let out a slight laugh. "No, I'm asking if you would be interested in being a test subject for me."
Jax lost his smirk and his eyes widened.
"I have a lot of ideas, I just don't know how they would exactly play out, if you get my drift. I want to try them with you."
"Are you asking me what I think you are?"
"What do you think I'm asking?"
"You want to have sex with me to help with your book?"
"Yes." Her eyes locked on his.
Jax stared back, his eyes darkening with passion. Silence stood between them.
"Where do I sign up?" he responded.
By day Amber's a librarian, and by night she hides away writing erotic romance novels. She has just one problem—not enough sexual experience to pull from. A recent steamy dream leaves Amber wondering if her neighbor Jax might be just the guy who can help her. He seems almost perfect to use as a sexual guinea pig, especially since she doesn't have to worry about falling in love with him.
Jax has lived next door to Amber for a year and has tried everything he can think of to get her to notice him, but it hasn't worked. Until recently. When Amber approaches him asking for his help, he's ready to jump on board. When he learns exactly what kind of help she needs, he's definitely willing.
Becoming involved with someone like Jax simply isn't an option for Amber. He barely works, can't manage his money, and has no ambition in life. So why does he suddenly seem so right for her?
Content Warning: explicit sex