The Femme In Me

By Amelia Quinn

A tale of a man too strong for feelings who becomes a submissive femme for the woman he loves.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Amelia Quinn
• Release date: Apr 18, 2012
• ISBN: 9781476263625

Amelia Quinn

What can I say about myself? If you were to meet me, I would be shy..at first. Then you would see that I can be quite loud, bubbly and probby. By that I mean I ask lots of questions. I am in a relationship. I love to write and draw. Reading is also a past-time, my favorite author is Stephen King. I am a metal head and rocker chick.

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The Femme In Me

By

Amelia Quinn

SMASHWORDS EDITION

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Amelia Quinn on Smashwords

The Femme In Me

Copyright 2012 Amelia Quinn

Adult Reading Material

Smashwords Edition, License Notes

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CHAPTER ONE

He paused from moving his food from one side of the plate to the other. So, what do you do for a living?

She smiled. It was one of the oldest questions in the dating game. Books.

Excuse me? he asked, raising a puzzled eyebrow.

I own a bookstore. What line of work are you in?

Well actually, I’m a high school P.E. teacher.

What a boring, underpaid job she thought. Oh that sounds like it would be fun. Something I would have never guessed. I guess it’s my turn to ask a question. She sipped her wine, pondering over the multiple options, Is this your first blind date?

Honestly? Yeah it is, he lowered his head, For a while, I had left the dating game all together. He looked away, but that’s a long story for another day. What about you?

She shrugged nonchalantly. Eh, I never got much into dating myself. I’ve been more of a career woman. But I’d like to think I’m ready now.

Their waiter came along and set the check on the edge of the table, they both reached for it. He raised an eyebrow in confusion, why would she want to pay? Its a free meal, curtsey, tradition.

He smiled, That’s okay. I have it covered.

But I insist that I pay for my half, she countered, I’ve never let a date pay for me. It was sweet, but still annoying.

Then I’ll be your first. You can get the next one.

You seem to think that there will be a next time.

If there isn’t, then you can look back fondly on this and think of me; the one guy who was persistent in treating you well.

She restrained herself from rolling her eyes and forced a smile instead. All right, you’ve convinced me. However, just this once.

Of course, Nicole.

She looked up, scanning the restaurant. A waiter was sweeping the floor, a waitress putting up chairs. The hostess stared at the ceiling, absentmindedly tapping an unlit cigarette against the podium. It appeared that they were the only customers left.

Want to go before they kick us out?

Oh, shit. Right. Ain’t no better time than the present.

She gritted her teeth, "Ain’t is not a word."

But it’s in the dictionary these days.

Breathe, she thought to herself. "It is not a proper word, merely slang. Therefore, it is not in my dictionary."

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There was a black Honda motorcycle was the only vehicle in the parking lot other than her blue Ford Escort, twinkling under the dim street lamps. The bike was presumably his, unless he walked. A faint scent of coffee grounds hit her nose, as well as a hint of rain. She tightened her jacket about her waist as she made her way to her car. She glanced back, It was nice meeting you, Victor.

Nicole, wait, he jogged over to her, Do you want a ride? The night is still young!

Don’t you think that it’s a bit soon for you to be taking me around on the back of that death trap? This is only our first date. Besides, she glanced at her watch, it’s eleven. I have to get up early to open shop.

Work? On a Saturday? You’ve got to be kidding! He took a step back, placing a hand to his hip.

Well, not all of us are P.E. teachers, Victor. Some of us do have to work after the school days are over and the weekend begins.

He twinged in discomfort, But the bookstore? Who needs that?

She stared at