Coming Together - An Erotic Cocktail Vol. 3 is the third book in a series of sizzling romance shorts brought to steamy life by talented up-and-coming authors. Sit back and enjoy a long slow ride aboard the Passion Train. ALL PROCEEDS FROM THIS VOLUME GO TO CHARITY!Warnings: This title contains graphic language and sex.Excerpt: "Are you Mr. Slater?" Cat peered curiously over her books at him. Taller than she'd expected. Older too she noted a few silver streaks in his dark hair as he leaned forward into the sunlight to open the screen door. It was his eyes that were interesting though dark blue and quietly watching. "Miss Warren?" he inquired and she couldn't help but smile to hear his accent. She found accents so interesting. "You can call me Cat." She stepped into the foyer as he waved her in. "Is that actually your name?" He looked a little surprised and slightly disappointed. "Well no… technically no. It's Catherine. Although everyone calls me Cat since I was little." "Ah. Well good to meet you Catherine. Would you like some tea?" he offered. "You have to be cold in that." He nodded to her skirt and bare legs. She flushed remembering her conversation with Paj. It was March and she had run out of the garage without stopping at her locker for her jacket. Her books and crossed arms covered her chest but she could feel how hard her nipples were from the cold. "I am a little " she admitted. "I forgot it was going to be so cold today. I should have worn pants." He stopped and she looked curiously at his bemused expression and raised eyebrows. "But I don't really drink tea. Do you have Coke?" "Sorry I don't have any soda." His eyes flitted briefly back to her skirt hemline waving her further into the house. She thought proudly that her little English schoolgirl outfit must be the reason for the sudden interest in her skirt and she was glad that she didn't know that it was actually her reference to not wearing "pants." In England she later discovered they called underwear "pants." It was sparsely furnished but nice anyway somehow. Huge book shelves lined one wall but there were no other real decoration. Sparse. That was another vocabulary word. "Besides soda wouldn't keep a girl very warm when she's not wearing pants would it?" He smiled then and she found herself smiling back warm already. "Come on live a little! Experiment…try life on the edge."Ok." She realized he was teasing and unable to come up with some witty reply but wanting to. He winked and went into the kitchen and she followed. "So geometry… your father says you'd like a little help?" He ran water into a kettle and lit the gas burner. "Pul-eeeze. Get real." Cat snorted forgetting herself and plopping down into a kitchen chair. "Is that what he told you Mr. Slater?"You can call me David." He glanced at her wide sprawl and crossed arms with something that bordered between interest and amusement. "So what are you telling me? You don't need any help?"Well no not exactly. I mean geometry is not my best subject I admit. Ok so it's my worst. It's just my SATs. He wants my SAT score to be up to a certain level." Cat eyed some sort of cinnamon bakery confection sitting on the kitchen table. "Ah. So we're really here to help you improve your geometry skills hm?" He had his own arms crossed now leaning back against the counter."Hey that looks really good I'm starving." She pointed to the puffs of pastry her finger touching the frosting. "Oops." She licked her finger and she gave him an appreciative look. "Mmm that's yummy." "Would you like some?" he asked a little wryly. "Sure!"When he sat at the table with their tea watching with a small smile as she licked her fingers he remarked "Well I hope your enthusiasm for geometry is as fervent as your enthusiasm for Danish pastries." "Highly unlikely " Cat replied moodily mouth full. "But I guess we have to get to it huh?"Well I do have another student at five." He glanced at his watch. "Let's see how much we can do over frosting hm?" Cat reluctantly finished the last of her sweetness downed the rest of her cup of tea and wiped her mouth with the back of her hand. She glanced over at him looking at her his mouth fixed in a funny little smile and was struck again by his eyes how they seemed to miss nothing. She felt suddenly self conscious and tucked her short brown curls nervously behind her ears and cleared her throat."Geometry?" she asked."Yes " he affirmed. "Let's see your book and we'll start there.