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A super-hot shower scalded her to consciousness without the need for coffee. She didn’t bother with makeup but used her flat iron. If this guy was perfect, he wouldn’t care what she looked like, right? She still changed in the shower room, though, pulling her best jeans and nicest sweater out of their drawers. Modesty might be pointless if her perfect man had already seen her drunk and stupid while she was sculpting him, but it mattered to her.
Had he, though? Seen her naked?
Back in the kitchenette, the sweet smell of latkes frying in the pan reminded her of the leftovers from last night. Her fear of him trying to create a gourmet meal out of her meager offerings dissipated. He’d warmed up the latkes, dabbed them with sour cream and apple sauce, added two jelly sufganiyot, and a tall glass of orange juice.
He portioned out a second dish. He eats! His Adam’s apple even bobbed up and down as he swallowed.
“This is amazing. The flavors and the textures are just incredible.” He sipped the juice. “I can’t believe how sweet orange juice is.”
It took her a second to realize he’d never eaten anything before. “I’ll let the Sisterhood know you enjoy their food.”
He eyed the rest of the latkes on the counter. She shoved them at him. A guy that big would need a big meal. He scooped some onto his plate, but also onto hers. She didn’t argue. He didn’t seem to mind if she stared.
Not only didn’t he mind, he even did the dishes. What did she do to deserve all this? The more pressing question: what should she do with him now?
A super-hot shower scalded her to consciousness without the need for coffee. She didn’t bother with makeup but used her flat iron. If this guy was perfect, he wouldn’t care what she looked like, right? She still changed in the shower room, though, pulling her best jeans and nicest sweater out of their drawers. Modesty might be pointless if her perfect man had already seen her drunk and stupid while she was sculpting him, but it mattered to her.
Had he, though? Seen her naked?
Back in the kitchenette, the sweet smell of latkes frying in the pan reminded her of the leftovers from last night. Her fear of him trying to create a gourmet meal out of her meager offerings dissipated. He’d warmed up the latkes, dabbed them with sour cream and apple sauce, added two jelly sufganiyot, and a tall glass of orange juice.
He portioned out a second dish. He eats! His Adam’s apple even bobbed up and down as he swallowed.
“This is amazing. The flavors and the textures are just incredible.” He sipped the juice. “I can’t believe how sweet orange juice is.”
It took her a second to realize he’d never eaten anything before. “I’ll let the Sisterhood know you enjoy their food.”
He eyed the rest of the latkes on the counter. She shoved them at him. A guy that big would need a big meal. He scooped some onto his plate, but also onto hers. She didn’t argue. He didn’t seem to mind if she stared.
Not only didn’t he mind, he even did the dishes. What did she do to deserve all this? The more pressing question: what should she do with him now?
Blurb:
When Miriam sculpted The Perfect Man, she intended for him to stay put. Now he's missing, putting her future as an independent artist in jeopardy. Figures that she couldn't even get her Perfect Man to stay with her, never mind her ex-boyfriend. Now she has to figure out what to do with the naked stranger who's suddenly appeared in her loft, claiming he can help her find her Perfect Man.
When Miriam sculpted The Perfect Man, she intended for him to stay put. Now he's missing, putting her future as an independent artist in jeopardy. Figures that she couldn't even get her Perfect Man to stay with her, never mind her ex-boyfriend. Now she has to figure out what to do with the naked stranger who's suddenly appeared in her loft, claiming he can help her find her Perfect Man.
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