Best Of Makeovers Bundle Part 93

"I don't do gratuitous s.e.x."

"Neither do I." At her wide-eyed look, he added. "Not anymore."

"Are you trying to say that you actually like me?"

"I'm saying that I want you."

"That's not enough of a reason to have s.e.x."

"Isn't it the only reason? It's all about want, Charlene."

"Says you."

"This fire between us...It's not going to burn out on its own, you know. We'll have to take care of it. Even then, it's not going to completely die out. It'll flare up again and again. That's what a fire like ours does. There's no sense resisting it. We have to accept it. Manage it. Together."

"I can't."

"Or you won't?"

"Both."

"You don't have any obligation to Stewart. You two aren't even a couple."

"We're going to be."

"And I'm going to be eighty years old someday, but I'm not anywhere close to that right now. And neither are you. You aren't obligated to him, Charlie. You aren't obligated to anyone."

It was true. It had been true her entire life. She'd always been alone. Lonely. She'd been Charlie Horse Singer and despite the years that had pa.s.sed, she was still no better off than when she'd been a gawky, unattractive kid. Deep inside, she knew that. Yet there was just something about hearing him point out that fact that sent a burst of anger through her. "Maybe I just don't want to sleep with you."

Hurt flashed in his gaze before his expression closed. He arched an eyebrow. "Is that so?"

"I realize that you're used to snapping your fingers and having every woman within a ten mile radius respond. But I'm not one of them."

Sure, she'd wanted to be one, had always wanted to be one, but he didn't know that. And she intended to keep it that way, which meant keeping her l.u.s.tful thoughts to herself.

While Mason offered her her most wicked fantasy, he would never be her reality. He couldn't.

And that's what she wanted at this point in her life. She wanted a real someone. A body to keep her warm at night, to comfort her after a long day. A man to wake up to, and one who wanted to wake up to her, even though she looked like h.e.l.l in the morning and slept in a rather unattractive, but comfortable, pair of pink sweat socks. A man who would have looked past a pair of Hee Haw panties and seen the sensitive, caring person beneath them. One who would have said h.e.l.lo to her in the hallway at school and not stared past her as if she hadn't existed.

A man who really and truly liked her.

A soul mate.

"I'm just not interested," she told him.

"Is that so?" Mason arched an eyebrow at her.

"That's so."

"We'll see about that, sugar." His grin was slow and knowing, and despite her decision not to have s.e.x with him, antic.i.p.ation rushed through her. "We'll just see about that."

8.

"IT'S GOOD TO SEE you both again." Charlene said to the couple waiting for her in her office, as she set her cup of coffee on the coffee table, sank down into her leather chair and tried to gather her thoughts. It was barely eight a.m. on Friday. The day after Thursday. The day after what she now referred to as "the dressing room incident."

She remembered the warm press of Mason's lips on her bare neck, the feel of his hot palms cupping her b.r.e.a.s.t.s and her nipples pebbled. Heat rolled through her and she d.a.m.ned herself for opting for a steaming cup of coffee when what she really needed was a snow cone.

Charlene drew in a deep breath and forced the memory aside, the way she'd been doing over and over again for the past twelve hours.

He'd touched her.

Not just any old touch, but a familiar, I-want-to-peel-your-clothes-off-and-get-naked-and-sweaty-with-you touch.

Then again, he certainly hadn't been anxious to peel off her clothes. There hadn't been any clothes to peel away, except a skimpy pair of panties. She'd been practically naked.

Her cheeks fired and she leaned to the side to press the intercom for the outer office. "Could you turn the thermostat down in here?" she asked Marge. "We're all but melting."

"Are you crazy?" Marge's voice crackled over the line. "My teeth are chattering."

"Then you need a better denture cream. I'm dying in here."

"Very funny. If this doctor business ever gets old, you should do stand-up. This town needs a good comedian. Why, I haven't heard a decent joke since old Morty Simc.o.x kicked the bucket last year. That man was a scream."

"I'm serious. I really am hot."

"And In Style's beating down my door for an interview." Her voice softened. "You're not sick are you? Because I only get hot flashes when I've got a fever. Then again, I also get 'em when I'm h.o.r.n.y. Say, you're not-"

"You can have an extra hour for lunch," Charlene blurted, eager to kill Marge's speculation.

"I'm walking to the thermostat right now."

Charlene released the b.u.t.ton and smiled at the couple that sat directly across from her on the beige leather sofa.

Eustess and Lurline McGraw.

Thankfully, Mason had dropped off his great-aunt and-uncle and left to run some errands. Charlene wasn't sure she would have been able to concentrate with him sitting in the outer office. Not with the day being so hot and the memory so fresh and...He'd touched her, of all things.

Not that a man had never touched her, mind you. She'd had her share of men.

Okay, so she'd had a smaller share than some, but she'd still had men. As in s.e.x. As in she'd had enough not to get freaked out just because a man touched her in a s.e.xual way.

It was the fact that Mason McGraw had done the touching.

He wasn't supposed to touch her. Not in real life. He'd never thought of her like that. He'd never thought of her at all.

She wasn't his type.

Then again, she had been wearing a teeny, tiny blue spandex dress typical of his type. And she'd looked semi-good in it. It only made sense that he might forget that she wasn't his type and make a move.

He wasn't actually attracted to her. It was the image.

Which meant the transformation was working. She was morphing into a daring diva, all right. On the outside, that is.

The notion should have made her feel good. Instead, it sent a rush of disappointment through her. Before she could dwell on the strange reaction, the air conditioner kicked on and a cool breeze rushed from the overhead vent, giving her a small measure of relief.

She forced aside all thoughts of Mason and concentrated on the matter at hand. "It's good to see you both for a second session."

"Glad to be here, Doc." Lurline Ketchum smiled, her weathered face scrunching into a ma.s.s of wrinkles. She wore red polyester pants, a white short-sleeved sh.e.l.l with large red polka dots and white leather sandals that matched the oversized handbag she clutched in her lap.

Eustess sat next to her in blue jean overalls, a white long-sleeved b.u.t.ton-up s.h.i.+rt underneath. What few strands of hair he had had been slicked and combed to the side. He wore spectacles and his lips pursed as if he'd just eaten a can of homemade pickles.

"Ain't we, Eustess?" Lurline asked, elbowing her husband.

"Cain't say as I see why we need to sit here like a couple of lab rats-ouch." Eustess McGraw rubbed his side when she jabbed a little too vigorously and glared at his wife. "As thankful as a turkey on Thanksgiving," he added. Another jab to his ribs and he stiffened. "That is, um, Easter."

"We always have ham on Easter," Lurline explained. "Never turkey, so you can see why a turkey would be mighty happy. Which we are. To be here, that is."

"I see." Okay, so the only thing she saw were two people who looked as if they would rather be eating nails than sitting on her couch, but she wasn't going to say as much. Looks could be deceiving. "So-" She took a sip of her coffee and gave the old couple an easy smile. "Have you two been practicing the exercises that I gave you?"

"We sure have. Every day I tell Eustess one thing I like about him and he tells me something he likes about me. Just like you said. You're a genius, Doc."

"That's flattering, Lurline, but I'm afraid I'm not the genius. I merely give a few suggestions to help a couple work through their own difficulties. It's their feelings for each other that drive the reconnection."

"Well, it worked. Why, we ain't even close to arguing. We're cured, Doc. We ain't had an argument in a good while. Ain't that right, Eustess?"

"Not for a whole two hours."

"He means two days," Lurline interrupted. "Don't you, Eustess? Not that we actually argued two days ago. It was more like a pleasant disagreement. Ain't that right, Eustess?"

"Pleasant as pettin' a porcupine."

"He's just joking," Lurline added. "He likes to joke even when it ain't funny. Which it ain't." She reached out to pinch him. Then, as if she'd realized what she'd been about to do, she patted his arm instead and forced a smile. "I just love a man with a sense of humor."

"I'm pleased that you had a productive week, but the compliments are just the first phase of the therapy. We have a lot of work ahead of us."

"Dadblame it, Lurline. I ain't comin' here again-ouch!"

"What Eustess means is that he isn't coming here again with the same mindset. We're changed folks, Doc, just like Mason wants. And if it takes more therapy to prove it, then we're happy to oblige. Isn't that right, Eustess?"

"I ain't going to-yikes!" He rubbed his arm again where it rested next to his wife.

"Isn't that right, Eustess," Lurline said again, her lips drawn in a tight smile.

They stared each other down for several moments, a stand-off that Charlene was certain would erupt in a full-fledged battle. She was just about to reach for the intercom and call for backup when Eustess shrugged.

"Oh, all right," the old man grumbled.

Lurline's face crinkled in a smile as she turned toward Charlene. "So what do we have to do next?"

"Before we move on to a new exercise, I'd like to backtrack over this past week and talk about some of the compliments that came up. Eustess-" She turned toward the older man. "Why don't you tell me a few of the things you said to Lurline."

"h.e.l.ls bells, why do I have to be the one to go-argghhh." He rubbed at his s.h.i.+n and Charlene blinked. Had Lurline actually kicked him? She hadn't seen the woman move. Then again, she hadn't been looking below shoulder level.

"Fine, fine," Eustess said. "I'll go first." He rubbed a few more seconds before he leaned back in his seat. "See, I told her that she...That I...That we..." His words faded into a hacking cough. "Allergies," he croaked before coughing again. He cleared his throat several times before reaching for the water gla.s.s that sat on the coffee table in front of him.

"He said I looked real pretty in my red housedress," Lurline said while he downed half the gla.s.s. "He loves it when I wear my housedresses." Eustess choked on his mouthful and Lurline swatted him on the back so forcefully that he lunged forward and nearly nose-dived into the coffee table. "Isn't that right, Eustess?"

"Ugh, yes. Yessirree." Eustess nodded as if his life depended on it. "Ain't nothin' more attractive than a housedress."

"Except for my pink sponge rollers. He said I remind him of that pretty Princess Leah from that there Star Wars movie when I go to bed with my rollers. On account of I roll primarily on the sides. Ain't that right, Eustess?" Before he could reply, Lurline added, "Said the likeness is downright scary."

"Scary's definitely the word when it comes to those rollers-ugh." He sucked in a sharp breath and rubbed at his thigh where Lurline's hand had been resting. "It's like watching the movie all over again."

"That's...nice," Charlene said. At least I think so.

She eyed the old couple and noted the belligerent set to Eustess' jaw and the guarded expression in Lurline's gaze.

They looked anything but a couple eager to reconnect with one another. Then again, they were here.

Charlene pushed aside her suspicions and smiled. "What about you, Lurline? What things did you say to Eustess?"

"Well, I told him how handsome he looked when he put on his red suspenders and his matching bow tie to take me dancing."

"But I didn't-" Eustess stuttered, but Lurline rolled right over his statement.

"And how graceful he was when we waltzed. And what a fantastic bingo player he was."

"We ain't been to bingo in over ten years."

"Lurline?" Charlene turned a questioning gaze on the woman.

"That's true, but when we used to go to bingo, he was a fantastic player and the other night I was watching the bingo play-offs on ESPN and they had this older gentleman who was the spitting image of Eustess. It reminded me of how wonderful he was and so I told him so."

Eustess arched a bushy gray eyebrow. "You did?"

"Of course I did. His memory's short," she told Charlene.

"My memory ain't no such thing. The only thing short is your brother, Monty."

"My brother is not short. He's just not as tall as everyone else."

"Which makes him short. And since he gained all of that weight and fattened himself up, he looks like one of them Weebles that the grandbabies are always playing with."