Anglophile by Amelia Fayer
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I have a confession. I am a hopeless Anglophile. I’ve always loved British authors (all of them, from Austen to Swift, Tolkien to Stevenson and back to Bronte), the BBC has all my favorite shows (our cable company is *finally* carrying BBC America), and I even like the food (I think that British food is unfairly maligned, steak and ale pie is awesome).
Until a few years ago, though, I had never really though of Brits being ‘sexy’ per se, having been reared on the sort of in-your-face sexuality that is popular in America. And then I lived with a bunch.
One summer in college, I was working in a mountain hostelry. We took care of the basic maintenance of the place and cooked big dinners for hungry hikers. We also had an arrangement that if you did trail work for a day you would get free room and board and so a bunch of Brits came to take advantage of this deal.
My co-workers and I looked forward to this for weeks. There may have even been a countdown that we posted on the fridge. Most of our guests would pass through pretty quickly, but the Brits would be staying with us for two weeks, plenty of time to soak up the ‘exotic’ accents and grill them about being British. We were very excited.
I’m not sure what we were expecting exactly, but sexy was not it. Which, of course, made us all the more susceptible to it.
There was one guy, whose name shall remain unwritten, whose pants I wanted in badly. He was a few years older than I was and sexy in a way I had not encountered before in American men. He was quietly sexy, entirely comfortable in his skin and kind enough to take pity on the twittering, silly American girls. One morning it was raining so hard that trail work was cancelled so he came into the kitchen to help me make bread (*swoon*) and when the rain let up he went out to chop wood. I took a break and secretly watched him for half and hour. And his accent….I love British accents.
The guys were not the only sexy ones. I had expected the women of the group to be more quiet and proper, sort of like Jane Bennett but wearing jeans. I don’t know why I thought this but I was wrong again. I know sexy when I see it. And they were fun. One night we didn’t have any guests aside from them and they suggested a dance party and were the first one on the tables. They drank us under the table and then made us breakfast in the morning.
And there is nothing sexier than being served breakfast. The whole crew was really disappointed to see them go (although to my knowledge there was no hanky panky)
Anyone else have across the pond crushes, romances, or hook-ups?
Some like it hot, and some like it in the reference section.
Sara is having a love affair with books. But, since books can’t make love to you, it means she’s in the middle of a very long dry spell. Until a sexy Brit shows up. Suddenly she’s learning just how stimulating a library can be up against a bookcase, behind the card catalog, on the circulation desk…
Meanwhile: Veronica is incredibly frustrated. While Sara and her new man are using the library as their personal adult playground, she’s stuck with only her thesis and her sexual fantasies. But Andrew, her crush, isn’t above using his assets to get Veronica right where he wants her: alone, in a darkened corner of the stacks. Who knew reading could be this pleasurable?
Amelia Fayer lives in New England with her husband within close range of an inspirational library. When she is not writing, she likes to read, hike, garden and knit (not necessarily in that order).
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