"Yes, sure. And be careful about exploring. If you need anything, just call my cell." "I know. And, you, don't forget to smile," James said, smiling cheekily at her through the cracked door. "Be happy now. Keep studying those notes. You don't know when that cupid will arrange for your wish to come true."
"Aye, aye." Evonne nodded her head. When she heard the door shut, she lay down on the bed and closed her eyes. Suddenly, something James had said struck her. Notes? What notes? Ah, the presentation notes for her appearance this afternoon.
Evonne took out her stack of notes from her bag. Except, along with the presentation notes came flying the lists and doodles she'd written for her "quest for sperm research." Evonne's face bloomed red as she shyly picked up the papers that had dropped to the floor.
How did these notes appear in her bag? Didn't she hide them in the safety of her locked drawer? Evonne cast her mind back to the time when her friends were deep in discussion mode on the hot topic of "mission capturing Ulysses's sperm."
After that conversation, despite being truly adamant about not going down the path of the devil, her mind would not stop thinking about it. She'd bit her lips and flung all caution out the window to study the art of seduction, just so she could get Ulysses to sleep with her.
So the research was underway, without anyone knowing of course. She started reading romance novels, her favorite genre, but that didn't explain how to get a guy into bed at all. So she resorted to reading an erotic romance, which was not her genre, but for the sake of research, she had to take one for the team.
It was her habit to read every night before going to bed, and she'd been doing so for the past week. In total, she'd read five books and had even taken comprehensive notes.
But dearie did it give her a nosebleed when she got to those scenes. When she read the first line, she almost threw the book across the room, but her curiosity for the unknown prevented her from burning the whole stack of books in the log burner.
Her mind had now been corrupted with those steamy, jaw-dropping scenes, but they did give her a clearer understanding of what she must do. Sitting on the bed and making sure she was comfortable, she started skimming through the contents again. "The first step," she started reading, "to lure him in."
She chuckled and shook her head. Yeah, it was so like her to lure Ulysses into bed. She could not, in a million years, see herself luring anyone into her bed, least of all Ulysses. "Step two: say sweet things to him in a seductive tone, dripping with honey, to turn him on."
Evonne pondered this statement. Sure she could muster the "sweet things." James mentioned she said sweet things to him all the time, so that wasn't a problem at all.
But to say sweet seductive things dripping with honey, she'd never done that before. Did she even possess such a voice? "Step three: kiss him," she readout. Kiss him? Evonne shook her head. How does one kiss someone?
Then the image of that Lothario popped into her head, like an uninvited gatecrasher at a party, of that one episode when they'd accidentally smashed their lips against each other's outside the bathroom at the Malaysian restaurant. No, no, no. She shook her head to dispel the image.
Not, most definitely, definitely not. But she couldn't help remembering the feel of those lips resting upon her own, so soft, as he tasted her, teased her as if searching for something. She touched her lips, remembering the feel of Logan's on hers, tracing her index finger softly along.
Yes, right there. Those lips touched hers right there, so silky smooth, so velvety, like the taste of plum, ripe and juicy, deli— "Evonne, stop it right now." She snapped out of her delirium and slapped herself on the cheek when she realized she was fantasizing about Logan. "Why are you fantasizing about Lothario kissing you? Step four, step four, read step four."
Her hands were fluffing around in nervousness, trying to grab hold of the notes in front of her, and then when the words came into focus again, she read, "Step four: have sex with him." Not used to saying the word, her mouth just wouldn't cooperate with her. "Sex?" Evonne asked herself. "Have sex? How does one do that without love?" She pondered. Surely they needed to love each other.