By this point I’ve read so much about Alpha Males, I’m dying for a nice Beta Male I can boss around. “Honey, I know you’re busy, but can you get me a coffee and paint the house?”
I wouldn’t even have to flirt! “Honey, please buy me some Woody Allen movies so I can study your species.”
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I have an odd erotic romance book, Trapper and Emmeline, in which two college students, crazy-deep in lust, invent a new way to be in love. Trapper wants the world to know how amazing Emmeline is, so he shares her! He encourages Emmeline to go on dates with other guys!
Ladies, think how horrible it would be if your husband suggested that kind of date night! The husband stays home and takes care of the kids. You go out to dinner with some alluring, sexy man and hone your skills of attraction and flirtation. Sounds terrible, right? (Of course, in Trapper and Emmeline, Trapper pushes Emmeline too far, and Emmeline surprises herself by going even further… and it throws their sweet-but-sordid romance into jeopardy.)
Comment topic: Do you want your Significant Other to institute a date night? On the last Friday of each month, you have permission to go out on a real live date and work the singles scene again! What if you can’t find a date? He (or she) will set you up with a friend. Would you do this? Could you do this? Hot? Not? Just plain weird?
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In this excerpt from Trapper and Emmeline, alpha Trapper personally sees another Alpha make a play on Emmeline. You’d think this would make Trapper and Emmeline uncomfortable, but no, they’re too weird:
The next day, we went to the Student Union for cokes. Emmeline was wearing a short, flower-print dress with leather shoes, and looking quite enticing about it. As I studied her shape inside her translucent dress, a hand came sliding around her waist.
The hand, flat-palmed on my girlfriend’s body, went on a journey across her torso, catching a stupefying feel along the way. It came to rest on her stomach, a little below her belly button.
My dick was hard enough hammer out dents in cars.
I tracked the hand back to a young, Jersey-looking guy with an open collar and gold chains around his neck. His face was mere inches away from hers, and his toothsome smile made me think of a man-eating shark.
“Emmeline,” he said, “have you given any thought about tonight? Or tomorrow night? Or the night after? Or ever?”
“I’ll tell you later,” she said. “This is Trapper, my boyfriend.”
“Oh, hey,” he said, backing off. He met my eyes with a hard stare, as if I wanted to steal his food.
“Hi!” I held out my hand, and he took it, suspicious.
Emmeline said, “Trapper, this is my friend from class. He wants to take me out to dinner.”
I smiled at him. “Just make sure it’s a nice place. Emmeline deserves the best.”
He nodded uncertainly. He was, obviously and reasonably, confused by Emmeline and me.
“See you later, sweetie,” Emmeline said, and kissed him.
As he walked away, she said, “Sorry about that.”
“No big,” I said, wrapping my hands around her shoulders. A pre-Emmeline Trapper would have felt a little hurt at being dismissed; new-Trapper didn’t actually give a shit about testosterone-ridden, socially inept Jersey kids. “Did you notice how he just grabbed your stomach, rather than saying hi?”
“He always does that. I think he has a thing for my tummy.”
“You should wear a crop-top for him, or a half-shirt. So that next time, he will get a hand full of skin.” She looked thoughtful at that, and didn’t answer. I realized why: She liked him! Him! There was no accounting for taste. “Are you planning to go out with him?”
She looked uncomfortable. This boy was the first of her potential dates that I’d actually met.
“It’s still early in the week, Trap. For my first date, I want something… less unambiguous than a dinner date. Like an innocent study session. With him, it would not be innocent at all. He would jump me like a turnstile.” Her eyes fluttered to mine, shy. “Still, I’m curious about him. He wears more jewelry than I do. We would make one blinged-out pair.”
“Keep me informed,” I said. “I like how guys are just grabbing you before they say hello.”
She laughed. “I think they do that if they can’t remember my name in time.”
“We are one weird couple.”