Caitlin has been told she's cold and unable to feel passion. Determined to prove her former boyfriend wrong, she propositions her bisexual friends, Jonathan and Tim Trelain, asking them to spend a weekend schooling her in sex. Specifically, menages.
Jonathan is shocked at Caitlin's proposal but jumps at the chance to spend a weekend with the adorable artist. He's had the hots for her for months and is determined that by the end of the weekend, she'll not only realize he's most certainly not gay, but be head over heals in love with him.
This will be one holiday weekend Caitlin will never forget.
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November 13, 2009
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Excerpt from Holiday Love Lessons by Trista Ann Michaels
"I can't believe I'm actually going to do this," Caitlin whispered as she made her way down the hall toward Jonathan and Tim Trelain's offices.
Jonathan Trelain, Caitlin thought with a grin. Gay or not, if there was one man she wanted to give her sex lessons it was him and his sexy bisexual brother, Tim.
She, Tim and Jonathan had worked together for about eight months now. Jonathan was gorgeous, and she'd had the most unbelievable crush on him until she found out from her coworkers that the man was gay.
At first she didn't believe it. How could someone as gorgeous and masculine as him be gay? But the rumors continued and he never did anything to deny it. She had heard he'd dated women in the past, before coming out of the closet, so to speak.
Eventually, she got over her crush and moved on. She just moved on with the wrong man.
Her mind wandered back to one month ago when her boyfriend, Colin, had broken up with her. The things he'd said had devastated her and she'd sought refuge in her office, burying herself in her work. That's where Jonathan had found her, crying her eyes out. He didn't push her to explain. He just held her, silently letting her know he was there for her.
That was Jonathan. He was nice, easy to talk to and always there for her. Especially at work. He'd helped her to talk her way through more than one artistic block in her time at Morgan Publishing. The latest had been the cover for the newest erotic menage that was due to be released next month. Working on the cover had been were she got the idea for her plan.
Staring at the woman and two men entwined together had made her realize just how lacking her sex life had been. She'd never experienced mind-blowing orgasms or passion that could make you loose control. She barely even got excited, much less lost control. And she wanted to.
She wanted to learn how to be sexy and seductive. She wanted to experiment and see just how far she could go and what would turn her on beyond reason. What better two men to teach her than the two most gorgeous men in town? And the fact that they were bisexual--well, that just made them safer than a straight man she might end up giving her heart to. The three of them were friends, so there would be no emotional attachment other than that friendship, which meant no expectations and no worries. It was perfect.
But which one did she approach first? Tim, she decided. He was much less intimidating than Jonathan and when it came to propositioning a man for sex, less intimidating was definitely better.
Taking a deep breath, she headed down the hall toward Tim's office. Raising her hand, she fingered the gold lettering across the wood. Timothy Trelain, Co-Executive Vice-President. He and Jonathan shared the position but Jonathan worked more with the cover artists and advertising, where Timothy handled the marketing and money side of the business.
"You can do this, Caitlin," she mumbled to herself then knocked softly.
"It's open," Tim called from inside.
Trying to still her shaking hands, she took one final calming breath for courage then opened the door. "Hey, Timmy," she said with a smile.
Tim stared at her over the top of his glasses, his amber-colored eyes shining in amusement. "So it's Timmy, is it? What do you want, darlin'?"
Caitlin shrugged and stepped further into the room. "Nothing major."
He removed his glasses and set them on his desk. Sitting back in his chair, he brushed his shaggy, dark blond hair from his brow and smiled up at her. "Whenever someone says it's nothing major, it usually is. Spill it, doll."
"Well," she began and chewed at her lip, trying to decide just how to broach the subject. "I have a request."
"Oh, god," Tim sighed in mock exaggeration. "When do you need it and how much is it going to cost me?"
Caitlin laughed. "It's not something you can buy. I want to spend the weekend with you and your brother. I want the three of us to have a menage."
Tim's eyes widened, and he choked, coughing loudly. "I'm sorry. You want to what?"