"Wiesner, Karen - Gypsy Road 01 - Leather and Lace" - читать интересную книгу автора (Wiesner Karen)

"God save women from playboys," Olivia said as a prayer, picking up the
broom to clean her station. Bethany's other employee, Kimberly, joined the older
lady in gossiping, first, about Nicole Martini, then about Rod Summers. Bethany
pretended not to listen.
"I think he dated Cindy Crawford. . .or one of the supermodels," Kimberly
confided.
"One? I heard there were a lot more than that! He's got a new flavor every
week."
From her stocking position, Bethany couldn't help her blush. In a town the
size of Stevens Point, Wisconsin, a man who'd dated. . .and broken up. . .with
supermodels was definitely the center of gossip. Bethany had heard of Rod
Summers before, from other customers. No one else in Stevens Point dressed like
him, looked like him. Even among the city college students, who sometimes were a
little off-beat, he didn't fit in.
"A friend of mine dated him awhile back," Kimberly said, and Bethany
suddenly found herself straining to catch every word. "She said he was the most
charming guy she'd ever met. In bed and out. He bought her all this expensive
stuff, took her to these fancy restaurants and hotels. . .in fact, he broke up
with her on what she calls "her dream date." One minute they're drinking
champagne, eating caviar, he's giving her a diamond necklace, and the next he's
saying 'it was fun, but that's all she wrote.' He had another girlfriend before
the weekend was out--that's the worst part. God save any woman from a womanizer
like that."
While Olivia commented on the successful business he owned in town, Bethany
thought, God save me. It'd been seven years since she'd been that attracted to a
man. And she'd learned all she wanted to about playboys and their games.
Nicole had only been living with him for a week and already he was bored
to death of her.
There were three things Rod Summers looked for in a woman: good,
responsive breasts, the enjoyment of kissing and cuddling with or without sex,
and the desire to have lots of babies.
Nicole Martini didn't qualify for any of those. Her breasts had been
fondled too many times in her life, so she was bored with the whole thing. She
didn't like any kind of foreplay--so there went kissing and cuddling before,
during and after sex. And babies. . . Nicole wanted babies about as much as she
wanted herpes. There was no denying she had the perfect body and pregnancy would
ruin it, but she didn't seem to have a future planned anyway. She was the type
who went from guy to guy, letting them "take care of her." All she foresaw was
more of the same.
That little doll at the beauty salon had definite possibilities. Nothing
jaded about that little honey. She'd spent pretty much every minute of their
interaction flushed an attractive shade of pink. Oh baby, he'd never met a woman
with the ability to blush. A woman who was so shy, she could barely look at him.
Plain and simple, she'd been attracted to him, same as he was to her. All
he'd done was touch the collar of her elegant blouse and her nipples had gone on
code-red alert. Yeah, that little cutie qualified for his first requirement.
The minute he walked in there, he'd noticed her. Everything had been done
in black and white, but she was a brilliant flash of blue in that skirt that
matched her beautiful eyes. And then those long, slim, silky legs had been
coming right for him. As far gone as he'd been, the why of his being there had