{"product_id":"2940012638281","title":"Paradise By The Copier Light and She's Something Else (Erotica\/Erotic Fiction)","description":"All characters depicted are unrelated and consenting adults, 18 or over. Readers 18+ only.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eTwo ultra erotic short stories featuring M\/F and F\/F scenes.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eParadise By The Copier Light: Angela has inherited a print shop in Bermuda. The only problem is the machines break down every five minutes and are so old, their parts aren't even manufactured anymore. Only one person on the island knows how to repair them and he's retired. That leaves his hot grandson Mark, a college drop-out on vacation to come over and see how he can help fix things. \u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"It was silly to have such high expectations from only hearing a voice on the phone for a few minutes, but she hadn’t realized how lonely she had been till then. When was the last time she had gone out on a date? When, for that matter, was the last time she had gotten laid?\u003cbr\u003eEven the thought of having sex again made her heart beat a little faster. She quickly found her purse, ran a tube of clear gloss over her full lips and fluffed up her hair till it surrounded her face like a soft golden halo.\u003cbr\u003e It may have been laughable to get that worked up over an unseen repairman, but in working so hard to make a go of the shop, her personal life had just slipped away. She could have gone to any of the Bermudian dance halls and discos for tourists on the prowl, but she had never been the nightclub type. \u003cbr\u003e“You’re not the type who throws yourself at strangers either, no matter the size of their toolbox.” she said to herself out loud. Just then, the sound of the front door opening made her jump.\u003cbr\u003e“Hi, I’m Mark” she heard behind her.\u003cbr\u003eThe thought of him possibly overhearing what she had just said made her want to disappear.  Slowly turning, she saw a tall man about her age with broad shoulders and wavy dark hair that hit the bottom of his collared work shirt. His big brown eyes lit up at the sight of her as well.\u003cbr\u003e“He…Hello”, she stammered. God, he wasn’t just good-looking. He was gorgeous. Like, maybe even out of her league great-looking, like why the hell wasn’t he modeling in Milan or starring in a movie somewhere instead of standing in her print shop? \u003cbr\u003e“So, where’s the patient?” he asked with a good-natured grin that showed off sparkling white and even teeth. \u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eShe's Something Else: Rachel is trying to survive acting school with her sense of self-worth intact. It's not easy when she's constantly bullied by an egomaniacal sadist cleverly disguised as a professor. No matter what she does in class, his response is a withering, \"Try something else.\"  So one day, she does. Enter Diane.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"Her long dark hair was swept back in a loose bun that flattered her oval face and smooth pale skin. She turned to me and flashed a smile that lit up her dark green eyes and set my heart aflutter. I had always been curious about being with another woman, but I had never had the courage to try.\u003cbr\u003eAdlerberg’s command rang in my ears again. “Do something else.”\u003cbr\u003eBut why would I think she was even interested in girls? Maybe because this was New York City and no one smiles at someone else without an agenda? Perhaps she was from out of town. The edgy black suit that fit her like a glove though, told me no. \u003cbr\u003eI sneaked a peek at her feet. She was wearing dark red killer stilettos that matched the hue of her perfectly manicured nails. That sealed it. She was definitely a sophisticated urbanite who, even if we weren’t meant to hook up, I wanted to be like when I grew up.\u003cbr\u003e“Excuse me,” I heard her say in a soft cultured voice. “Haven’t we met before?”\u003cbr\u003eOkay, I may have been young and a bit naïve, but even I knew that was a blatant pick-up ploy. \u003cbr\u003e“I don’t know”, I responded, trying to match her measured tones, but throwing in my own attempts at flirtatious sass, “I’m sure I would remember you.”\u003cbr\u003eShe grinned and leaned back slightly, giving me a good look at just how full her breasts really were. I wasn’t the only one enjoying the show. The three business guys at the bar were now almost openly staring at us both. The last thing I wanted was to try to hit on a woman for the first time by yelling across an almost empty bar.\u003cbr\u003e“Would you care to join me?” I asked.\"","brand":"Ginger Starr","offers":[{"title":"Default Title","offer_id":47073492599024,"sku":"2940012638281","price":0.99,"currency_code":"USD","in_stock":true}],"thumbnail_url":"\/\/cdn.shopify.com\/s\/files\/1\/0737\/7593\/9824\/files\/2940012638281_p0.jpg?v=1763570881","url":"https:\/\/shop-qa.barnesandnoble.com\/products\/2940012638281","provider":"Barnes \u0026 Noble (DEV)","version":"1.0","type":"link"}