Chapter Two
The luck of the Irish failed Maddy. That was how she now found herself being driven home to act out the most outrageous fantasy with her best friend. She sat on the passenger side of Jake’s ’Vette, clutching her purse over her now panty-free mound.
Crap, crap, crap, and double crap! She was supposed to be smarter than this. Yeah, like her high IQ, Ph.D., and Mensa membership did her any good in this situation. How the hell was she supposed to have fantasy s*x for one night with Jake, and then ever be able to look him in the eye again?
Come on, Miss Smarty Pants. Figure a way out of this hole you dug for yourself, and fast.
In about two minutes they would be home, and Jake was expecting to fulfill one very erotic fantasy.
But instead of working on a solution, Maddy kept rep
