The Best Non-Date Ever

By Miriam F. Martin

The charity auction dinner—glitzy, lavish, and full of rich creepy people. Marissa enjoys the nude artwork and the fine food. She just wants to be rid of her date.

And finds the perfect opportunity when she meets a gentleman with an easy-going smile.

Sometimes in erotica, the woman falls for someone other than the billionaire. If you enjoy those sort of stories, be sure to read The Best Non-Date Ever. Bonus story included: For Friends and Money.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Hermit Muse Publishing
• Release date: Sep 30, 2020

Miriam F. Martin

Miriam F. Martin grew up wanting to be a cam girl, but excessive stage fright killed the dream. Her passion for getting strangers off over the wild worldwide web hasn’t died yet. So she focuses her time writing smutty books for smart people, like you. When not writing erotica, she also writes science fiction and fantasy. Her hobbies include playing the guitar badly, misinterpreting the future with Tarot cards, and over-analyzing dreams. She also enjoys first-person shooters, rogue-likes, and hidden object games. Her quest in life is to have a house full of cats. Miriam loves to hear from her fans, and she may be contacted through her agent, David Anthony Brown, at: david (at) danthonybrown (dot) com

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The Best Non-Date Ever

The Best Non-Date Ever

Miriam F. Martin

Copyright © 2020 by Hermit Muse Publishing

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Cover Design: David Anthony Brown

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All characters, events, and settings are fictional. Any resemblance to real people or events is purely coincidence.

THIS WORK IS INTENDED FOR ADULT READERS 18+

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Contents

The Best Non-Date Ever

For Friends and Money

About the Author

Also by Miriam F. Martin

The Best Non-Date Ever

in which Marissa dumps one date

Marissa stole a glance at the stranger who'd been eyeballing her all night. Tall, shaggy brown hair, an easy going smile with dimples. He wore a tuxedo well, the cummerbund even turned right-side up and the bowtie on straight. Certainly James Bond type, not suave enough, but good looking.

Unfortunately, he wasn't her date.

Not like Marissa got invited to a fancy charity dinner at an art exhibition show every week. The crab was to die for, as were the little green beans and the biscuits served with the meal. If Marissa hadn't been so worried about how she fit into her glitzy purple evening gown, she might've snatched another biscuit or two to go with her Cabernet.

Her date—Gerald Oxingham III—was a rich ass-creep, though at least a reasonably good looking one. As the night progressed, attractive turned into good looking to only reasonably so.

And she wasn't even sure about that anymore.

Could she score with him after the party? Sure. Would she feel good about herself after? Hell, no.

He schmoozed with the richest of the rich people, including and especially all the rich wives and girlfriends. He played drinking games with the obnoxious younger men, and bragged of tall tales about sexual conquest around the older men. Gerald was the eminent wannabe with too much money and not enough common sense.

So Marissa strolled among the paintings and sculptures that were to be auctioned later in the evening. She loved the abstracts. She adored the post modern. But she spent most of her time around all the nudes.

Male or female didn't matter, bodies fascinated her. The gentle curve of a woman that resembled hills and dunes. The way a man's bare and muscular thigh led the eye upward. Even better, the intertwining of the two during love making.

Once, Marissa modeled nude for her own sugar daddy, a playboy artist who had a studio on his own vineyard. He never painted his models' faces—he always found a way to cover the face with hair or vegetation. He always made Marissa feel beautiful. Helped that he pretty much paid for her college education.

Not like she'd ever tell her parents that.

Hello, somebody said next to her.

Marissa turned away from the painting she was looking at. The man with shaggy brown hair stood only a few feet away. Up