Sweet Stranger (Sweet Series Book 1) Read Free

down there. Are you
wet?
    Liz had nodded.
    Anonymous: Wet just from
being watched? I think we can make this work. Now finger yourself.
Imagine being tied and touched against your will... cum to
that.
    "He's not sixty."
    Her reddening face and her short
reverie didn't escape Jen's notice.
    "LIZ!" she shrieked,
drawing dirty looks from people around the cubicle. She lowered her
voice to a stage whisper and continued, "Did you have webcam sex with
him ?!"
    "Not so loud!" Liz whispered back
urgently. "But... yes, I did."
    "Oh my God. Omigod."
    "It's not that big of a
deal."
    "Yeah, but webcam sex? What are you,
sixteen? Go book a room at the Hilton like your manwhore of a
husband does." Jen shot Liz a disapproving look. "By the way, I'm
very disappointed that you didn't tell me about that right
away."
    "Okay, okay... I'm sorry," Liz said,
shifting in her seat uneasily. "I mean, I've tried asking S to meet
up in person."
    "And he said no? Hello? Red flags
galore!"
    Liz chewed on her bottom lip. He had
seen her face in pictures and on video, but she had no idea what he
looked like from the neck up. She wouldn't even be able to
recognize him if he passed her on the street. Though his refusal
had piqued her curiosity, she hadn't pressed the matter out of
respect for his wishes. In five months, Liz had told him more about
herself than Michael had learned about her over the course of an
eight-year marriage.
    "Honestly, I enjoy talking to him more
than anything else. I'd rather never get a look at his face than
not talk."
    Jen dropped her jaw dramatically and
ogled at her.
    "This is absolutely
mind-boggling. Who you know you sound like? You sound like Jennifer
Garner during her slumber party in 13
Going on 30 ."
    "I know I've been working out," Liz
replied, flexing her arms. "But I don't quite have the biceps
yet."
    "You could give the other Jen a run for
her money, babe. Seriously. If you keep at it, you're going to make
me look like the DUFF."
    "Oh please."
    Jen laughed. "Back to the point. Why
does it sound like you actually like him?"
    "Hang on."
    SweetStranger: I'm talking
to Jen right now. Can we talk tonight?
    Anonymous: Can't
wait.
    "Tell him that you're busy tonight,"
Jen sniffed.
    "Why?"
    "You promised me you'd come bar-hopping
tonight."
    "I did?"
    "Yes! Last week!"
    "Come on, Jen. You know that's not
really my scene."
    "Liz. You need to get laid. My vagina
is weeping for you as I watch you get hotter."
    "What if I don't want to get
laid?"
    "Why?" she demanded, "Because you'd
rather write love ballads to Prince Charming? The Hunchback of
Notre Dame is probably who you're chatting with."
    "He's not a hunchback!" Liz laughed.
"And fine. I'll tell Michael that we're having a girl's night
out."
    "Good idea. Oh, right... you've seen
his washboard abs and his di -”
    "JEN!"
    "Just tellin' it like it is. See you at
nine, babe," she blew her a kiss and left.
    Liz sighed. She was not looking forward
to tonight.
    Jen popped her head back into the
opening to her cubicle. "And for the love of God, do not show up in
jeans."



SweetStranger: Hey! Sorry
for leaving you hanging last night. Jen was being Jen, and I did
promise her that I would go.
    Anonymous: How did it
go?
    SweetStranger: The usual.
Chatting about our boring lives over drinks.
    Anonymous: Really? Nothing
exciting happened during bar-hopping night?
    SweetStranger: Jen is
concerned that I've been having an online affair for five months
and still haven't gotten laid. I almost made her proud when I got
hit on.
    Anonymous: Who hit on
you?
    SweetStranger: This young
accountant working at EY. He came over and complimented me, and Jen
tells him that if he can make me laugh he gets to buy me a drink.
So he tickled me :)
    Anonymous: So you went home
with him?
    SweetStranger: Nah. He just
flirted a little and got my number.
    Anonymous: Okay.
    Anonymous is
typing...
    A few seconds had gone by, and he was
still typing, so Liz set her phone down and pulled her hair into a
ponytail. She