Dial a Stud: Dante's Story Read Online Free Page B

he spoke? I had to find out where he was from originally. His accent was very sexy, and I’m sure it would be enough to have panties disappearing off women, the moment he opened his mouth and spoke. In fact I bet he left a pile of broken hearts, salivating women, and smouldering panties wherever he went.
     
     
     
    I was so busy letting my imagination run away with me, that I didn’t notice straight away that Mel and Mr Panty Melter, had fallen silent, and were both staring at me.
    I blushed, and struggled to get my head focused on them again. He was probably thinking I was either unstable, or an idiot at this point; a really clumsy, unstable idiot.
    “So are you going to tell us your name?” Mel got in before I had a chance to, and I shot her a brief smile. Her brain had obviously kicked back into action, quicker than mine. It must have been that time spent lying on the man, on the dance floor that had delayed me returning to regular brain activity.
    Mr Tall, Dark and Ridiculously Handsome, turned those eyes to me again, and I actually staggered back a step. This was getting crazy now. How did any woman function around this man? Was he aware of it, or did he just assume all women were not of sound mind, because they probably all reacted the same way, when standing before that much, excessive gorgeousness.
    “Forgive me ladies. I was overcome before so much beauty; I neglected to give you my name.” He said it so formally and even, nodded his head at us. He was not Australian, no way in hell. He was European. That was my guess anyway. He had such a polite, dignified, but strangely reserved way about him.
    I was not only intrigued by him, but overwhelmingly attracted to him. So much so, it was taking all my self-control not to jump the man’s bones right here, right now in the middle of the damn club. Hell, I’d even let Mel watch, and much as I loved her, I wasn’t interested in having her as a spectator during any of my past sexual encounters.
    “My name is Dan.” He said, and I felt a momentary stab of disappointment.
    Dan, his name was Dan? Ok, I had nothing against the name Dan, but he didn’t look like a Dan, and it wasn’t a very foreign sounding name. Maybe it was short for something, Daniel maybe?
    “It is very nice to meet you Dan, but if you will excuse me, I need to use the little girl’s room.” Mel smiled at the pair of us, and I shot her, an alarmed look, which she ignored, bitch.
    She couldn’t leave me alone with this man. I needed a cock blocker. Hell, no he wasn’t trying to fuck me, so I didn’t need a cock blocker, I needed a pussy protector. I needed someone, who would stop my pussy falling on his cock, and Mel was supposed to be it. She was not supposed to run off to the ladies room, and leave me alone with the man that had me all wet and throbbing, and ready to strip myself bare, and fuck until neither of us could see straight.
    ‘He could be a lousy lay.’ The voice in my head warned, and I scoffed at it. No way in hell could someone who looked like him, be bad in bed, surely?
    I glared at my traitor of a best friend, as she shot us both a grin, and turned away, to head towards the door for the ladies room.
    Suddenly alone with Dan, I did everything I could not to look at him. I figured as long as we didn’t make eye contact, I could control my natural desire, to climb the man like a he was a tree, and stop thinking the only safe place for me, was sitting on his cock.
    “It’s a very busy place inside your head Grace. Is it me? Do I make you nervous? I would hope not. I find you a very beautiful woman, and I’m drawn to you. I want to get to know you better, and this club is not the place for that. I would also very much like to kiss you.” He turned suddenly hot chocolate brown eyes on me, and I actually glanced down briefly, sure my panties would be smoking and about to burst into flames.
    “Oh Dan, I…I’m not looking to get involved with anyone. I’m sorry, but my