Robin lives alone on a diet of romance novels. She wishes men could be like the heroes in her books. But her warring parents have taught her that real life is 50 shades of messed up.
She goes to a book launch held for the famous author Luke Delaney, who is as dreamy as any fictional hero. On the way back from the launch, Luke causes her to fall off of her bike. He's mortified and wants to make it up to her. They go on a thinly veiled date where he confesses that he's writing a romance novel and is struggling with the sex scenes.
Robin offers to act out the scenes with him, so that he can describe them better. Against her better judgment, she finds herself falling deeper for him.
He reveals the final sex scene― a threesome with two women. Now Robin is forced to make a choice. Should she walk away and lose Luke forever? Or have the threesome and risk getting emotionally hurt? Exactly how far is she willing to go for a book?
Be Warned: spanking
When Luke returned, he held a bag. It had the logo for Holt & Renfrew, a high-end department store, printed down its side.
He came up to the sofa and kissed her on the neck.
“Hopefully these should do.” He held the bag out to her.
Robin reached inside. She pulled out a wine-colored bra and a pair of matching panties. She glanced at the tag. Agent Provocateur. They must have cost Luke a fortune.
“Aren’t you going to try them on?” he asked.
She flushed, suddenly nervous.
“Okay,” she said. “But turn around. No peeking until I’m done.”
Luke grinned. Then he turned to face the wall.
Robin pulled off the t-shirt Luke had given her to wear and put on the skimpy bra. She stepped into the gauzy panties. The material was so soft that it felt like she was wearing nothing at all.
“Ta-da,” she called. “You can look.”
Luke swiveled to face her. She heard him draw a breath. A slow grin spread across his face. He was staring at her. Really staring. Like he really fancied her.
“I’m falling for you,” he murmured.
“You need to see yourself in the mirror.”
He took her hand and led her out of the living room and into the bedroom. Then he stood her in front of the mirrored door of the closet.
Robin’s eyes popped. Was that really her? Was that really Robin? The Agent Provocateur underwear had worked magic. She vowed right there and then that she was never going to buy cheap underwear again.
Often the bras that she tried on squished some of the flesh from her breasts around her body and gave her armpit fat. Or they would use a scaffolding of wires to push her breasts up so much that she could have used them as a tea tray.
But not this bra. It knew what to do with her curves. It molded rather than fought with them. The scalloped edges of the material were cut low to showcase the half-moon tops of her breasts. Her nipples teased through gauze, so near yet so unattainable.
Luke walked around behind her. He gave a long, slow whistle. “Check out the back. It makes your ass look amazing.”
He put one hand on her butt cheek.
A pulse twitched between Robin’s legs.