What May thinks
Jude Jamison defines outrageous. So much so, he rattles me, when I'm a woman who prides herself on not rattling easy. I'm a businesswoman. The pillar of my loony family. A woman firmly based in reality.
But the second Jude comes around, I get all giddy and silly and I chatter . How embarrassing is that?
If it wasn't for all the artwork he buys from me, I'd stay away from him...
No, that's a lie.
I wouldn't miss a single second with Jude. When he's around, I can barely contain myself, and isn't that a predicament? I love talking artwork with him. I love the way he smiles, and his strength of character, and to be honest, I even love the bold way he looks at me.
But really, he can't mean it.
Can he?
Those brazen come-ons can't be sincere interest. Jude's a movie star. A SBC champion. He's wealthy and sophisticated. He has bombshells chasing him left and right - so what would he want with me?
Okay, so he's always eyeing my tush. And my chest. And... everything in between. And he gets this heated look in his eyes when he stands so close. And he claims I'm sexy. Hot. Lush.
Jeez, I'm blushing again just remembering it. No one has ever talked to me the way he does. It's thrilling. And it makes it really hard to stay sensible.
But I'm a small town, meat and potatoes kind of girl. I'm not exactly skinny - and you know, I don't care. I like me just fine as I am.
The thing is... Jude claims he does, too.
Should I go for it? Should I stop backing up? Should I jump him and see what happens?
I'm blushing again, dang it. Or is that just sexual excitement making me all hot?
What's a girl to do?
And really, is Jude going to leave it up to me, anyway? He's been pretty determined, and you know, a woman can only resist so much temptation. Right?
So tell me, what would you do?
Yeah, that's what I thought.
I guess it's time to take a chance. This will be a memory to last me a lifetime. And I'll be sure to keep my heart safely tucked away. Jude Jamison is fantasy material. I won't let myself forget.
Or will I?