Dirty Mind – novella
Dirty Mind – novella
Coming September 1st, 2017.
Alexander Popescu is a university lecturer in a quiet German town. He’s a respectable man in his thirties who stays fit, has a decent career and travels alone—his only vice is an occasional greasy meal. And beer. And violent computer games. Nobody has to know about the other Alex—the acclaimed porn writer. His ingenious erotic fantasies earn him good money and keep his capricious mind harmlessly entertained.
When his young friend and protégé Christian transfers to Freiburg for medical school, Alex is overjoyed…and terrified that Christian will find out about Alex’s indecent alter ego. The time they spend together, as lovely as it is, could overturn Alex’s carefully balanced life. Suddenly, the writing is not good enough, his hair seems to be thinning, his careful hookups leave him unfulfilled, and his dreams are haunted by the innocent young man he’s vowed to protect.
However, Christian is not a boy anymore. He’s a grown man of twenty-one, clever and deadly attractive. And he’s hiding some secrets of his own.
Lighthearted contemporary romance novella.
The next day, I opened my door to an insistent knocking and raised my eyebrows in surprise when Christian stepped inside, glowering. It wasn’t unusual for him to stop by. My apartment was on the top floor in one of the old, three-story houses around the corner from Bertoldsbrunnen—the main tram crossing. Anywhere in Freiburg he went, my apartment was literally on the way. His sour mood was unexpected, though.
“Hi, Chris. Something the matter?”
“Hi. I was in the neighborhood,” he said sharply and spun around me. His eyes jerkily roamed the room.
“What is it?”
“I can’t believe you called me Squirrel yesterday in front of them.”
Did I? “I didn’t even realize.”
“All the time, Alex! All the time!” He gestured wildly with his arms, moving to the center of my living room. Even though he was pissed, almost shouting, he behaved like he was at home. The thought warmed me inside.
“I didn’t know it bothered you.”
“Of course it does! I’m on a date, and you decide to make a point of treating me like the neighbor’s preteen daughter!”
“Oh.” I remembered petulantly reminding Mattias of Christian’s age. Maybe I had.
“In front of a hot guy I happen to like. In front of two hot guys!”
“Two…what? Mattias? No way! He’s too old for you.”
Christian rolled his eyes. “Really? I’m surprised you think so.”
“Why would you be surprised? He’s almost thirty and jaded…”
Christian pursed his lips and stared at me with a pitying quirk to his mouth. I was slow on the uptake today. Damn it.
“You were being ironic. Of course,” I mumbled.
Christian shook his head at me sadly and walked toward my kitchen.
“Do you have beer?” he asked over his shoulder.
“Of course I have beer.” I went after him and opened bottles for us both. We went back to the living room and sat down.
“Chris, I’m sorry. It’s my favorite pet name for you. You know I say it out of pure love and devoted friendship.”
He rolled his eyes again. “You’re so full of it,” he grumbled, but I could see the grin behind his careful frown.
“I promise to avoid it in front of other people from now on. I didn’t mean to embarrass you. If it helps, Andres is clearly into you.”
“I know.” Christian’s smile grew giddy. “He’s great. Attentive.”
Attentive? What an odd thing to say about a new guy you’re supposed to be gushing about.
“You like him?”
“I guess. He can be a little snooty sometimes. But he’s hot.”
“Yeah, it does.”
Was I going to ask? Apparently, I was going to ask. “And did you…you know?”
“What, Alex? You know what they say. If you can’t say it out loud, you shouldn’t be doing it.” Err, what? And he winked. What was that? Something flashed across his face. Something new I hadn’t seen before, but it was too fast to interpret. Did I imagine his expression?
“Did you or did you not have sex with him?” I asked sternly.
“In this case, at least one person orgasms in the presence of the other.”
“No, I haven’t.”
The relief I felt was a result of pure protectiveness. Nothing else.
“There was some kissing and groping, maybe.”
Ugh. The mild hint of nausea surprised me. Probably the Caesar salad I had for lunch.
“Be careful,” I mumbled after swallowing.
Christian’s head slumped against the sofa’s backrest and rolled to the side. He gazed at me from underneath his lashes. He looked lazy, relaxed, but there was energy underneath. A dangerous kind of energy. What was happening to my boy? What did I miss?
“I’m so tired of being careful, Alex.”