You can tell a lot about a man from his hands, so I notice several things: no ring, no ring mark, smooth skin with a whisper of hair on the back, and they match his body – big and muscular. Oh, I like him already.
“No offence taken, but you are wrong,” I smirk, lowering my eyelids to half-mast to let him know I will be playing whatever game he wants.
His one eyebrow rises, while his grin grows a bit bigger.
“I stand by what I said, you do make me want to come…to the bar.” The juvenile pause after come was obviously meant for effect. The only effect it has on me is realizing he’s an idiot. It makes sense, the hot ones usually are, but he’s nice to look at and could still prove fun in bed. I decide to proceed, but with caution knowing I will have to dumb it down a bit for him.
I roll my eyes slightly, hoping he doesn’t notice before responding.
“Come, uh, funny.” No, not funny. Stupid actually.
“I offended you again, that’s two for two. I seem to be off my game tonight.”
I look up into his eyes there’s the usual desire that accompanies the men as they try to woo me, but there is something else, concern or uncertainty, I’m not sure. I feel bad, perhaps he’s just used to woman falling all over themselves for him and laughing at everything he says as if he’s stand-up of the year.
“As I said before, I’m not offended. Just a little disappointed.” I walk up so I am standing on just the other side of the bar from him to bring my point home. I don’t mess with people or shy away from men. The more direct and articulate you are with what you want, the more likely they will do the same in return.
“You walk up looking sexy as fuck and hit on me -- you were hitting on me, correct?” His eyes widen, but he nods as his smile freezes into a look of shock. The good kind of shock.
“Good, that’s what I thought. I would hate to misinterpret things, which can get embarrassing. Anyway, you’re sexy, hitting on me then in one of the first lines you give me, you joke about coming. What are you, eighteen? Or maybe you think I’m eighteen? I should specify I’m not. I’m thirty and not your average bimbo bouncing her tits to the beat of the music. So, if you need a drink the bartenders are over at the other end of the bar, I’m just a friend they let make her own drink” I hold up my martini, “So, if you excuse me I need you to move, so I can open the lid of the bar and slip past.”
He steps back, still in a bit of shock. I scoot past and gently lower the wooden flap. I take a couple steps away when I hear him yell out.
“I’m sexy as fuck Pierce, I’m thirty two and you are?”
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This is a hot and sexy erotic romance. It's about Jos and Pierce and their one night stand that leads to more than each other thought and impacted more than just themselves. Read it if you need something keep you warm at night!
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