“Noted,” Brady said. “I’ll keep my eyes and ears open as always.”
“Perfect,” Bastian said. “Now if there’s nothing else…?”
Brady shook his head and Bastian stood up and offered Brady his hand. Brady stood up quickly and shook his hand.
“I’m sorry that this is a quick visit this time, Brady, but I would really like to get back to Houston tonight,” Bastian said.
“No worries,” Brady replied with a smile. “I’m sure you have plenty of business to attend to.”
“As always,” Bastian smiled.
Brady began to move toward the door, but Bastian shook his head, smiling again.
“I think we’ve known each other long enough to ditch the formalities,” he said. “I can see myself out.”
“Have a safe flight,” Brady said, hanging back in the kitchen.
“Thanks. Take care, Brady, and remember, I’m only ever a phone call away if you should need anything,” Bastian replied.
The two men shook hands again and Bastian headed to the door. He checked his watch. He had an hour before he had to leave to catch his flight. He pulled the door open and closed it behind him. He glanced across the street and instantly, he felt his heart skip a beat and his cock start to twitch. His bear stirred inside of him.
In the diner across the road from Brady’s house was the most beautiful woman Bastian had ever seen. She had long, blonde hair, which she was wearing loose around her face. Her hair was straight and shiny and Bastian couldn’t help but imagine running his hands through it. She had a nice body, athletic and slim with big breasts.
Bastian’s eyes lingered on her breasts for a second and then they went back to her face. She wasn’t just pretty, she was beautiful, and Bastian knew he had to have her. For a second, as he looked at the woman, she caught his eye. Her eyes were ice blue, so intense in their color that he could make it out even from across the street. Bastian’s bear growled inside him as lust spread through his body.
The woman in the window turned away from him, breaking their eye contact, but Bastian was already hooked. He knew he wouldn’t be making that flight tonight, because all of a sudden, he was in the mood for a bite to eat in a diner.
He crossed the street and headed for the place. He opened the door and the woman glanced up as the bell above it tinkled and announced his arrival. Their eyes met again for a second and then the woman gave him a half-smile and looked quickly down at her plate, biting her bottom lip. Whatever this attraction was, she felt it too. Bastian could almost smell the lust coming off her as he crossed the diner and took the table beside hers.
He sat down, picking up the menu and studying it, determined not to look at the woman for a few minutes. He wanted to make her wait, wanted to make her want him more before he gave in and spoke to her. A waitress came by his table.
“Are you ready to order?” she smiled.
“I’ll take the grilled cheese and a large black coffee, please,” Bastian said.
She jotted it down on a notepad and called to the kitchen for the grilled cheese. She turned away from Bastian.
“Everything okay, hon?” she asked the beautiful woman.
“So… hot,” she stammered. Bastian couldn’t resist a glance at her and he rubbed a hand over his lips to hide his smile when he saw she was blushing. “I mean yes, everything’s great, thanks.”
The waitress wandered toward the kitchen looking amused. The woman looked up and caught him watching her, so he smiled.
“Is the food here any good?” he asked.
“Yeah, it’s nice,” she said and then turned to look out of the window.
Bastian grinned to himself again, not even bothering to hide it this time. She was going to play hard to get. That suited him just fine—he enjoyed the chase when he knew catching his target was a sure thing.
3
Rachel turned to look out of the window after telling the handsome stranger that the food in the diner was nice. She found him so attractive, and she felt strangely drawn to him. She could feel the lining of her panties getting wet just at the sound of his voice. Her reaction to him scared her a little bit, it was so intense.
She had been both pleased and nervous when he came into the diner and chose the table next to hers to sit down at. She was nervous because she was conscious of her no-dating rule, and having someone so hot beside her was making it harder to tell herself it was for the best. She couldn’t help but be happy that he was so close and that he had instigated a conversation with her. It had been obvious to her that he just wanted an excuse to speak to her. Who asks if the food is good in a place after they’ve already ordered?
“Are you from around here?” the man asked after she had been staring out of the window for a couple of seconds, fighting the urge to glance in his direction once more.
Now she had an excuse to turn back to him, telling herself it would be rude to ignore him and that was the only reason she was glancing back, not because she could hardly keep her eyes away from him.
“Yes, I live close by this place, actually,” she said. “You?”
“No, I’m not local. I live in Houston. I’m just here overnight for some business,” he replied.
That got Rachel’s attention. There was no harm in flirting with him, especially when she knew he was only here for one night. It wasn’t like she could get too attached to him or
