Excerpt from "Itashi's Pride" by Tigra-Luna LeMar

Karen sat in the restaurant with her best friend Lacey Logan and beamed
at the waiter who simply scoffs and left. She rolled her shoulders not really
caring and placed her napkin into her lap.

“Talk about a sorry disposition,” Karen muttered.

“Why haven’t you ever hit on Itashi?” Lacey wanted to know. “The man is
fine. And don’t tell me you haven’t noticed.”

“I’ve noticed,” Karen chewed on a piece of fish. “But he’s a friend.”

“Don’t give me that,” Lacey smirked. “Jeffery and I are living proof that a
man and a woman cannot be friends. Especially as close as you two seem to be.”
Karen laughed, “you and Jeff didn’t stay friends because you’re both horn
dogs,” she pointed out while lifting her wine glass to her lips. She and Itashi had
been friend since high school and never once had she looked at him as anything
more than a friend. She rolled her eyes at Lacey’s suggestion and dug into her
food again. But Lacey, being Lacey, would not let it go.

“Oh come on, gimme a break,” Karen pleaded but Lacey just pushed on.
“What if someone heard you?”

“So what if they heard?”

“So what? Everyone knows this man!”

“The man is gorgeous! I know he’s got to have at least a six pack
underneath those designer suits. You’re telling me that you’ve never once
thought about having him take you from behind on the hood of one of those
luxury cars?”

Karen gasped, “Lace!” she glanced around to see if anyone heard and then
looked back at her friend. “Now you’re just being nuts. And no. Look, as far as I
know he is built under those suits but I don’t think he can satisfy me the way I
need to be.”

“Explain,” Lacey arched a confused brow.

Karen glanced around again before lowering her voice slightly and
explained, “Japanese men aren’t really famous for being well endowed- if you
know what I mean. And if he’s got all them muscles then he’s bound to have
some major shrinkage.”

Lacey laughed and Karen chuckled before sipping from her glass. Now
that Lacey had said it, it had forced Karen to think of Itashi in a sexual way. The
truth was now that she had begun thinking of him that way she couldn’t seem to
stop. Even as she sat their silently, eating, she found that the thought of sleeping
with Itashi hadn’t made her want to hurl.

Even as her girl’s night out was over and she was removing her make-up,
Karen was still thinking about it. But then again, even if she wanted to, Itashi
wouldn’t want a thing to do with her sexually. He was always dating those
petite, little, Asian girls that Karen could break in half without even trying. It
wasn’t that Karen was fat, but the woman had some meat on her bones. She had
double-D breasts, rounded hips and was about five foot three.

She’d been told that she had killer curves and her face isn’t that bad either
– in fact, Karen thought she was fine as hell. Sighing, she dumped the wipes into
the garbage, flipped off the lights and crawled into bed. Laying on her back, she
stared up at the ceiling trying to stop herself from thinking of the possibilities.