Fake (The Nicki Sosebee Series, #9)
Jade C. Jamison
Nicki has come to realize that she can’t fix everything wrong with the world, at least not by confronting the bad guys head on, so she intends to educate people by tackling one small problem at a time. Now, there’s a woman on city council who’s growing a little too big for her britches and stirring up trouble in Winchester, dividing citizens into two clear sides—her side and the other—and Nicki plans to expose her for what she is. In the meantime, Nicki hurts Sean and risks losing him for good.
Nicki Sosebee is a strong woman who’s not afraid to go after what she wants, whether it’s a man or a story. She’s tough and her mouth shows it. She’s a free spirit and feels no need to apologize for who she is or what she believes in.
Fake is #9 in the Nicki Sosebee series.
But she did appreciate that he was feeling apologetic. So she sat up and stretched out her shoulders and rolled her neck. Sean held out his hand and she took it but didn’t say a word.
He led her to the bathroom and she walked in. Sure enough, the tub was full of bubbles and a little steam. Damn. Why couldn’t she ever get bubble baths to make bubbles like that? But she reached in the medicine cabinet and pulled out her toothbrush and toothpaste. She was going to put him to the task, see if he really wanted to make up for last night, and she wanted to be prepared.
“I made coffee already. I’ll bring you a cup with that French vanilla creamer you like.” He walked off toward the kitchen. Yeah…she’d never seen Sean this pliant. He must have been feeling really guilty.
She wasn’t going to say anything, although the bath looked tempting.
She was rinsing out her mouth when he brought her the cup of coffee. It smelled sweet. She saw his reflection in the mirror and she smiled at him. She couldn’t help it. He looked so cute, his damp hair clinging to his head, his blue eyes telling her he was sorry. She turned around and took the cup from him but set it on the countertop. He wrapped his arms around her waist and so she gave him a tiny kiss on his lips. “Thanks for the coffee and the bath.”
“I’ll keep you company if you want.”
“If you do, I promise I will make you late for work.”
His eyes grew darker. “It’ll be worth it.” He kissed her and, for a moment, she considered just skipping the bath altogether. But no. She’d been waiting since last night. Another few minutes of waiting wouldn’t hurt. When she opened her eyes, he said, “One of the perks of owning your own business.”
She grinned. “If you insist.” She grabbed a clip and pulled her hair up off her neck, then walked over to the edge of the tub and pulled his shirt over her head, then slid out of her panties and dipped her toe in the water. The temperature was perfect…not too hot and nowhere near cold. She stepped into the tub and turned to see that Sean had already taken his underwear off and was approaching her. He wasn’t hard yet, and that was good, because she wanted to just relax and enjoy the water for a while first. “Should you get in first?”
He nodded and got in behind her, sat down and rested his back against the tub. Then she sat between his legs, resting her back on his chest, her head on his shoulder. The water level rose enough that she could hear it trickling down through the overflow. It smelled good. She had no idea Sean even had bubble bath…and it smelled like strawberries. She realized then that she’d left her coffee on the counter, which was probably okay. She’d nuke it in the microwave later. Right now, she was enjoying the warmth all around her body and feeling her back up against Sean. She closed her eyes and just relaxed.
After a few minutes, Sean finally whispered in her ear, “You still mad at me?”
She smiled. She loved the feel of his warm breath on her skin. “What makes you think I was mad at you?”
He chuckled, forcing more air on her neck. She wasn’t going to be able to resist him much longer. “You think I don’t know when you’re upset with me?”
She felt her smile grow wider and she opened her eyes and turned her head to look at him. “Are you implying that I need to brush up on my acting skills?”
“No…your acting is fine. You forget I know you pretty well.” He slid his hands off his thighs onto hers. Yeah…he did know her well, well enough to intuit that she wasn’t going to let him leave the apartment without having a little fun first. So she wasn’t going to wait any longer. She turned her head just a little more and touched her lips to his. And that was all it took to bring her back to the state she’d been in the night before.
Jade C. Jamison was born and raised in Colorado and has decided she likes it enough to stay forever. Jade’s day job is teaching Creative Writing, but teaching doesn’t stop her from doing a little writing herself.
Unfortunately, there’s no one genre that quite fits her writing. Her work has been labeled romance, erotica, suspense, and women’s fiction, and the latter is probably the safest and closest description. But you’ll see that her writing doesn’t quite fit any of those genres.
You’ll have to discover Jade’s writing for yourself to decide if you like it.