Leslie's Dilemma (eBook)

183 pages | eBook | 6x9"
Date of publication: 10/02/2015
  • ISBN: 978-1-941984-14-7
  • Model: 38110 words

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Heat Rating: 3 Flames


Leslie leads the ideal life of a single women; drinking, playing pool, and the occasional one-night stand. However, Leslie finds herself enamored with Gretchen, a beautiful blonde woman who releases secret desires, and Stanley, a handsome man who wants to build on a previous night of passion.

Leslie Montgomery is a wild woman. She enjoys partying, playing pool, and the occasional anonymous fling. Content with her life, she has absolutely no plans to settle down.

Then, after a night of heavy drinking, Leslie wakes up in bed with the beautiful and mysterious Gretchen. In denial over her attraction to women, Leslie starts seeing Stanley, a handsome man she once had a one-night stand with. When she signs up for an exercise class taught by Gretchen, it becomes increasingly difficult for Leslie to deny her feelings.

Complicating matters, Leslie begins to develop feelings for Stanley. He's pleasant to be around, funny, and drives a kick-ass car! Stanley had also had his heart broken on a few occasions, at times making Leslie feel guilty.

A comedy of errors arises as she goes on dates with Stanley, while continuing to hang out with Gretchen. She struggles to keep her love interests a secret from her friends.

Leslie must make a decision between the easy-going, hardworking man who adores her and the fascinating woman she has begun to crave. Sexy Stanley or gorgeous Gretchen: who will Leslie choose?




Leslie Montgomery's mouth felt dryer than a popcorn fart and tasted as though her cat had mistaken it for his litter box. "Fucking draft beer," she groaned. She rolled over, the sheets clinging to her body like a cape.

Leslie's eyes flew open when her face came in contact with a bare shoulder. She tried to recall details from the night before, but her head hurt too damn much. She squinted to see if he was at least decent-looking, but all she could make out was his back and long, blond hair.

Great, I picked up a surfer dude.

Leslie began to worry when she noticed his narrow shoulders and smooth, unblemished skin. "Please, please, please be at least eighteen," she pleaded. Something sparkled under his thick hair. A diamond earring. "No. Fucking. Way!"

She gently pulled the covers back. "Christ," she said, collapsing back on the mattress just as she caught a whiff of perfume. He was a she and she was at least a C-cup. Leslie glanced up at the clock. It was seven thirty-eight. She started to get up, but her head and stomach protested. Groaning, Leslie gently settled back down and closed her eyes. She was in no shape to deal with the bullshit stretched out beside her.

When Leslie awoke nearly two hours later, the bed was empty. At first she thought the woman had been a dream before realizing there were several strands of blonde hair on the pillow and the lingering scent of perfume. Relieved she didn't have to face her overnight guest, she grabbed the pack of cigarettes from her nightstand. It was empty.

Fuck! She had a pack in her car, but it was likely still parked at the bar.

When Leslie finally got out of bed she tugged the back of her panties from the crack of her ass. She found it odd she would still be in her underwear since she always slept in the nude— particularly after a night of sex.

There's no way in hell anything happened. I wouldn't have let it.

Just like nothing happened with Carmen and Donna?

Leslie pushed the thoughts away. She hated arguing with herself.

She caught a glimpse of herself in the large mirror next to her dresser, and squinted at her reflection. Her long, dark hair had managed to avoid the Gray Goblin. Her daddy had once told her when one piece of hair turned, it wouldn't be long before several others peppered her scalp like tiny white spirits.

Leslie glanced down at her stomach. Despite the small love handles, she was still in pretty good shape. A couple of weeks ago some asshole she'd dragged home from the bar had called her fat. It had taken all her willpower to keep from kneeing the fucker in the balls.

Her head still hurt, but Leslie was feeling much better than she had earlier. While fuzzy, the events of the evening started to unfold. She'd begun at her normal watering hole, but another jackass she'd slept with a few months earlier was there. Not only had he been horrible in bed, he'd also given her a hard time about smoking.

After taking an unbelievably long pee and brushing her teeth, she changed her panties and put on a red t-shirt that hung to just above her knees. She then shuffled toward the kitchen in search of something to get rid of her cotton mouth.

Leslie had two choices: Miller Lite or orange juice. She briefly considered biting the dog that bit her, but instead grabbed the carton of Florida's Natural. Though the blonde in her bed had been a chick, Leslie found herself wishing she could remember what the sex had been like.

Once again reminding herself she wasn't gay, she pushed the thought away. The doorbell rang, nearly causing her to drop her glass.

Who the fuck could this be?

Since she'd been living in the city a little more than three months, the only two people who had rung her were the cable guy and the creepy fucker who'd hooked up her wireless internet. There was also her friend, Maggie, but she wasn't due back from the Bahamas until later in the afternoon. Leslie looked through the peephole. Though she was now wearing a Pittsburgh Steelers ball cap, Leslie still recognized her.

"Jesus Christ," she mumbled. She almost didn't open the door, but figured the mystery woman must have returned because she'd forgotten something.

"Hi," she said nervously, handing Leslie a white cup with a green lid. "I hope you like peppermint mocha. It's my favorite."

Leslie accepted the drink and stepped aside. "Why did you come back?"

"I didn't want to leave you, at least not without talking about last night."

"I don't suppose you have a cigarette?" Leslie sighed.

She shook her head. "I quit smoking nearly a year ago."


Leslie took a breath. "Listen, you're a real pretty girl and I'm sure we had fun, but I'm not into women."

The young woman took a small sip of her coffee. "Other than kissing on the dance floor, nothing happened. You nearly passed out as I drove you home. I helped you inside, got you undressed, then put you to bed. I was considering leaving but you said you didn't want to spend the night alone."

"I said that?" Leslie took a drink from her cup, welcoming the warmth and the refreshing taste of peppermint.

The woman smiled. "You did. I should've stayed on the couch, but you looked so beautiful. When I woke I was gonna check the kitchen and surprise you with breakfast. But I spotted a condom wrapper under your bed when I reached for my bra. Since I knew you likely wouldn't want anything to do with me when you woke up, I left. I began to feel bad, so I decided to come back. On the way I stopped at Starbucks thinking you could use the caffeine."

Leslie looked up at the ceiling, and then took a breath. "Just so I'm clear, you undressed me, put me to bed, I told you I wanted you to stay, you got undressed, crawled into bed with me, and nothing happened?"

"I did kiss you between the shoulders before turning over, but that was as far as it got. I swear."

Leslie shook her head in disbelief. "We...uh...kissed at the club? Jesus, I don't even know your name."

"Gretchen," she said. "I saw you dancing by yourself and thought you were the most beautiful woman I'd seen since…" She closed her eyes a moment; then continued. "I, um, I joined you. When a slow song played, I took your hands, looked into your eyes, and then kissed you. You grabbed me by the back of my head, pulling me closer. Feeling you tug my hair got me real…hot," she said, looking down at her sneakers.

"We kissed on the dance floor at a bar?" Leslie again asked, then plopped down on her couch.

Gretchen took a seat on the other end and then crossed her legs. Leslie couldn't help but notice how shapely they were.

Gretchen took another sip from her cup. "Not uncommon since the Hoot and Holler's supposed to be a lesbian club. It's new, outside city limits, and hasn't established much of a clientele. Straight women like going to the club so they can dance without being hit on by drunk, horny guys." She winked at Leslie, then added, "Others show up to experiment."

"I'm not a lesbian," Leslie said. It surprised her she would kiss another woman, even if she had been drunk.

Gretchen considered her a moment before asking why she'd been there.

"I took a cab from the bar I was originally at because I ran into the Ghost of Shitty Sex Past. Then I remembered seeing the Hoot and Holler while driving to work. I had no idea it was a lesbian bar."

Gretchen shook her head in disbelief. "You didn't notice there weren't any men?"

"I was too fucking drunk." Leslie really needed a cigarette.

"Uh huh," she said, smirking.

"I'm not into chicks!" Leslie said, getting up from the couch. She walked over to the window, checking to see if her neighbor Florence was outside. If she was, she would surely have a cigarette.

"You keep saying that, but to me it sounds as though you're trying to convince yourself. "


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Jess Buffett was born and raised in New South Wales, Australia. She is a mum of two, married to her high school sweetheart.

Jess is a hopeless romantic who is a huge fan of M/M and M/F romance with a happy ending--anything with hunky men in all their glory, whether they be Shifters, Vampires, Cowboys, or the boy next door.

A caffeine addict who shamefully can't make a decent cup of coffee to save her life, Jess believes in soul mates, happily ever afters, and in love at first sight, but that sometimes people need a second or a third for the brain to catch up.

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