my answer might be.
“You want to go out with me?”
“I would think it’s obvious that I’m in to you.”
“I practically attacked you.” I huff a breath, my cheeks turning pink in embarrassment.
He leans close and nips my earlobe. “I liked it.” His chest rises and falls.
I pull back, rubbing my ear.
His eyes burn a trail down my body and back up to capture my gaze with his intense stare.
“I’d like that.”
He cups my face and brushes his mouth over my lips. “Can I have your number?” he whispers against my mouth.
I jump back. “Oh, yeah.” I pick my bag up from where it fell and dig until I find my cards and pull one free to hand to him. “Wait.” I grab my card back from him and write my personal cell number on the back. “Call my cell.”
He takes the card from me but doesn’t immediately release my hand. He rubs my palm lightly with his thumb and all I can do is groan.
“Stephanie!”
I cringe at Christy’s impatient call. “I’ve got to go,” I say as I scoot around the corner and head down the stairs only to stop half-way as I see Christy standing there with a smirk holding up Liev’s hard hat.
I race the rest of the way down the stairs and grab her by the arm pulling her to the car. “I can explain.”
“You better, slut.” Christy laughs.
“I’m not a slut,” I whine.
“Tell that to the big, yummy man standing in the doorway with a goofy grin.”
I glance over my shoulder and sure enough, Liev is standing in the door with a huge grin.
I turn around, giggling as I grab Christy by the arm. “Oh, God, I’m a slut.”
PERFECT STRANGERS
It doesn’t take much for my e es to follow her as she moves across the room. She’s impossibly beautiful. Abso-fuckin-lutely gorgeous. So with rapt consideration I watch her hips sway with an innate sensuality as she winds across the crowded bar.
I do n’t normally have issues f inding company, but this lady is different. She does n’t belong in this bar. She should be sitting at a table with a crystal goblet instead of drink i ng from a long neck bottle of beer. The contrast of her high-brow suit and beer fascinates me. I need to know more. I want to know more.
I recognize that I want more. That it would be nice to have someone to come home to. So for the first time in a long while, I sit back impatiently in my usual corner booth and give her a few minutes to get situated to see if she is alone before making a move. The ten minutes seem interminable. If I was standing, I would be pacing back and forth.
“Is this seat taken?” I ask, my legs spread and my arms folded across my chest, my heart rate begins to accelerate just a bit.
She shakes her head.
“You look too good to be sitting her e all alone, ” I say, my eyes taking in her fitted cotton T-shirt, tight jeans, and sandals.
“What makes you think I’m by myself?” She flips her long blonde hair back over her shoulder.
I lean across her and lift my brow. “I don’t see anyone next to you.” I reach out a hand and swipe it over the bar looking down at my dry fingers. “No wet ring.” She flashes a skeptical frown. “So this seat must have been empty for some time.”
She waves her hand in the air. “It’s a free country.”
I drag a hand through my hair, hoping I’m playing her well. I pull out the stool next to hers and sit down. I hold up a finger and in less than thirty seconds a long neck is sliding in front of me.
She lifts her blonde brow. “You must come here a lot.”
“After work a few days a week.” I take a long pull from my bottle. I watch from the corner of my eye as her eyes travel over my face and down my neck as my throat moves with each swallow. “How about you?”
“I’ve been here a few times.”
I haven’t seen you here before.”
“Maybe you haven’t been looking.”
“You could be right.” I take a long drink from the beer and sit silently.
“Does this little attempt at seduction work on many women?” She swivels on her high bar stool meeting my gaze. “You look too good to be sitting her e all alone?”
“I’m only stating a fact.” I lean in and inhale her fresh feminine scent as my already partia lly erect cock twitches behind the zipper of my jeans.
She snorts. “Yeah.” She lifts her empty bottle towards the bartender.
“Let me get this one for you.”
“Thank you.” Straightening her back she looks at me through narrowed eyes as if checking to see if I’m worth her time and gives a slight shrug.
She leans her elbow atop the bar. “Is that the best you’ve got?”
She wraps her lips around the mouth of her bottle and my horny as hell self nearly shoots its load.
“What?” Now thanks to her glossed lips and a long-neck bottle I’m now sitting here with a raging hard- on.
“Pick-up line.” She smirks.
“Let me see…” I rub my bottom lip with my finger and my thumb and reach back into the deep recesses of my mind for something different. “Smoking is hazardous to your health…and baby, you’re killing me.”
She doesn’t respond.
“Would you grab my arm so I can tell my friends I’ve been touched by an angel?” I continue.
She gnaws on her lower lip as if trying to stop a smile from spreading across her face. “Keep going. I’m waiting to hear something good.”
“I seem to have lost my phone number. Can I have yours?” I cock a brow.
I watch as she moistens her lips, then meets my laughing chocolate-colored eyes. I hold up my hand for another beer.
“Thanks.” I glance up at the bartender, then at her. “Want one?”
She nods.
She looks down, then steals a glance at me. “How about, I’ve always felt there was a hole in my life, but you look about the right size to fill it.” She laughs.
I sputter against the lip of my beer bottle. “Damn, good one.” I adjust my jeans to make room for my ever- hardening dick.
She looks me up and down with her pretty blue eyes with an air of confidence, but I can see her opening and closing her fists in her lap. “And I thought it was hot outside!” She leans back against the bar and crosses her legs, pleased with her pick-up line.
I immediately toss back, “Smile if you want to sleep with me.”
She slides gracefully from her bar stool with a smile and holds out her hand.
I pause enjoying our interplay. Enjoying her femininity, but eager for the rest of the night’s entertainments.
She drops her hand. “ Suddenly you don’t want to see if I’m magically delicious, Zane?” Cocking her hip, she plants her hand firmly at her waist and tilts her head as her eyes lock with mine.
My dick hardens even more at her mock-innocence. “ Hell-to-the-fuck no! ” I toss a wad of bills on the bar and leap to the floor. “Lead the way.” I reach down, pulling her right hand from her hip and grip it tightly in mine. Practically drag ging her from the bar.
