My first love was out of my league. I was a klutz of the classic kind. I tripped over air, dropped things no matter how tight I held them, and I mumbled like an idiot when I was nervous. He was suave, sophisticated, intelligent, controlled. And so damn handsome it hurt to look at him. I knew I wanted him when he walked into my café. But I was realistic. A man who could command the traffic flow of a room without acknowledging a single soul did not want a mumbling mouse who messed up all her orders the moment he stepped through the door. But he did want me. He made the move I was afraid to take. He threw me head first into an experience I wasn’t ready for. He commanded and I followed. I haven’t been the same since. *** A BWWM first love romance. Book 1 of 3 in an erotic short story series. Standalone story.
I'm a mixed chick. It's what I know. Between living on base with my military father to growing up with my mom's melting pot family, mixed couples and families are my norm. My English teachers always told me to write what I know, so here I am.
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