The more I tried to tell myself I was crazy, the more I felt myself being drawn toward the door. I felt hot and was having trouble thinking about anyt...ing except how sexy she was and how she had been acting. There was a pounding in my head, drowning out the cautious voice I usually listened to.I reached forward and pushed the door open, then stepped outside quickly, before I lost my nerve. It shut behind me, causing me to jump at the sound.She was standing just in front of me, facing the alley,. That’s 320 hours you have invested in writing this book. So you get this $5,000 advance that means your hourly rate for writing the book is $15.63.”“Scared yet?”“What constitutes a best seller?”“Ouch! How do I answer that?” Carol said looking him directly in the eye. Those lists vary widely, mostly because of the method used to calculate sales. Independent lists use the sales numbers provided by independently owned, and I mean non-chain bookstores. On the other hand, the New York Times list. Going to the bathroom, I begin running the water for my bath. Lighting rose-scented candles, I slide into the bubble bath and submerge myself in the warm, luxurious waters. Closing my eyes, I take the sponge and begin to sensually cleanse my body. My breathing quickens, my breasts heave, the areolas large and dark. The nipples full, sensitive, and erect. I pinch and pull them. Soft moans and sighs escape my lips.I part my legs slightly and slide my other hand between them. My fingers. “Thanks,” Betsy said.After hanging up, she put the cell phone on the nightstand by the bed. Chuck ran a hand along her naked belly. She snuggled closer to him.“Who was it?”“My brother.”“What did he want?”“He told me to say: ‘yes.’”“Yes to what?”“To a question that I haven’t been asked yet.”“Then I take it that now might be a good time to ask you my question.”“What question?” Betsy asked raising up to look at him.“Will you marry me?”Betsy stared at him. She hadn’t expected that question. Her.