SO, It’s the final day fro JJ and I’s shared fantasy story…here you go. :)
I was sitting in the hotel’s bar. I didn’t know anyone in this large city but
I’d be damned if I was going to just go to my room like a good girl. It was fun watching the players try to score. It was even more fun watching the ice hard business women shoot them down.
I sipped at my wine and glanced at the door. My heart just stuttered for a
second. I didn’t think men that looked like that were real. Sure there’s Brad
Pitt, even Tom Selleck… but this guy, living flesh just walking in. I couldn’t
pull my eyes away but oh how I tried.
I didn’t usually find clean cut men attractive, but despite this guys business suit and close cropped hair, there was no denying his bad boy aura. The one that said. “Can you handle me?”
Oh yeah. Not only can I handle him. I made up my mind right then that I was going to.
He strode up to the bar, ignoring the hot glances the not-so icy-anymore businesswomen were shooting his way. And he stopped only two feet away from me.
What did I do? I tossed him a cool smile and then I ignored him. The
bartender, a husky guy, more tattoos than skin showing, kept his eyes on me.
I winked and held out my glass. He might not have been suma cum laude when he graduated, but he could read. He grinned at me and filled it up.
“I’ll have what she’s having,” a deep voice purred from just behind me.
The body -art bartender arched a brow. He was enjoying the free show as much as I was loving the thoughts of later — well, almost as much.
“She’s having whatever she wants,” the bartender rumbled.
“So am I,” tall-dark-and-Oh-MY-God-did-he-smell-good, replied.
I turned to face him. Gazing boldly into his deep blue eyes I let a small smile play at my lips before speaking. “And just what is it you want?”
One dark eyebrow lifted and he leaned forward, reaching for the drink the bartender had set on the bar behind me. His arm brushed lightly against my shoulder and his breath feathered across my cheek. “You.”
Heat swamped my system and pooled low in my belly. I tried to keep my expression cool while squeezing my thighs together subtly. Now was not the time to let him know he could have me. He was way to confident, and the urge to take him down a notch was strong.
“You don’t always get what you want in life.” I was proud of my steady voice and the fact that my body’s excited trembling didn’t show in when I lifted my own drink to my mouth.
“Some people might not,” he chuckled. “But I do.”
I let my eyes run over his body. Tall, lean and hard, he made my mouth water. “You might get what you want…if you’re willing to work for it.”
“Work for it, hmmm,” he smirked at me. “That’s fine, honey, I’m a workaholic.”
Self-confidence I like, even a certain amount of arrogance. But this… he had
to come down a little. With studied nonchalance I turned on my stool, bending to fix the strap of my heel. Silly thing was twisted you see. Shame it left all my cleavage on display. I was so lucky to find the nice, lacy support bra that actually did cover my nipples – not much else but what’s a girl to do?
When I turned back to smile at the bartender, I accidentally brushed Mr. Cocky.
Well, really I brushed Mr. Cock. Seemed he had woken up and decided to play.
“I like a man with a good work ethic,” I murmured. Right on cue, the bartender slid a fruit tray onto the bar. I snatched a convenient cherry and wrapped my tongue around it. “Are you okay?” I asked my new employee. He seemed to be choking.
He regained his composure quickly, and stepped a bit closer, laying his hand on my thigh, and pressing his body against my side. “If I say I’m not ok, will you make me feel better?”
“Maybe”
His gaze roamed over my expression. I knew he was trying to get a read on me. To see if I was ready to take this to the next level.
I hoped the “Hell Ya!” excitement I was feeling was showing just enough to keep him on the hook.
His eyes darkened and he pressed against me a bit harder. “Maybe isn’t good enough, Baby. Yes or no? You want to help me out?”
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