Finally (Mature Men, #3) Read Online Free Page A

to your best efforts."
    My heartbeat quickened and my pussy pulsed. You have to stop imagining there's some hidden sexual meaning in nearly everything he says. Get with the program. He belongs to Janine.
    "No sassy comeback, Sherlyn?"
    I shook my head. "My friends call me Sher."
    He frowned. "Cher? Like the entertainer?"
    "They pronounce it Cher like the entertainer but we spell it S-h-e-r."
    He inhaled slowly. "Interesting. We have an endearment in my family that is spelled c-h-e-r but we pronounce it sha."
    I sighed, recalling the tone and look in my best friend's fiancé's eyes when he called Amber cher. One of these days some man was going to want to call me something special and sweet. Despite my best efforts, I thought of Darkwater calling me sweet girl when he was aroused and blushed.
    Shane studied me in silence for a moment before nodding. "I'll bear that in mind. As for tonight, I'll pick you up at—"
    "I can meet you there," I said, deciding that sitting in the confines of a car with him was probably not going to be a good idea. Not that he would attempt to do what Darkwater had done the night our relationship begin—finger fuck me to an orgasm.
    "I'm sure you can, but I'm old-fashion. I prefer to pick my woman up for a date."
    "You...your woman? Did you say your woman?"
    He nodded. "I'm glad to see you have excellent hearing. Yes, Sherlyn, I said my woman."
    Didn't I wish? "That's old-fashioned and charming, but I'm not your woman."
    "Where do you live?" he asked, ignoring my statement.
    "I'm not your woman and tonight won't be a date."
    He shrugged. "Call it what you like while you give me your cell number and your address."
    I hesitated before giving him both.
    He entered the information in his phone before glancing at his watch. "I'd love to stay and continue this conversation, but I have a meeting shortly."
    Just when things were getting interesting.
    "Have you had lunch, Sherlyn?"
    "No."
    "What can I order for you before I go?"
    My throat felt so constricted, I'd probably choke if I tried to eat a bite. "Thanks for the offer, but I'm not hungry."
    "I like the sound of that."
    I frowned. "Why?"
    "Because I hope that means you plan to save your appetites for tonight with me."
    My face burned. It was only later that I remembered he'd said appetites and not appetite–as if he knew of my sexual desire for him. With his looks and charm, he probably did. "I'm fine. Thanks."
    He smiled. "Are you sure?"
    "Yes."
    He rose and stood by my side of the table until I looked up at him. It seemed a long way up to meet his gaze.
    He stared down at me for so long I half-expected him to caress my face or touch my breasts. I wanted him to. If he did, I would burst into a million happy pieces. Thankfully he didn't. He inclined his head. "I look forward to seeing you and having you run a full court press on me tonight, Sherlyn." He smiled and walked away.
    Intrigued, I turned to watch him.
    When he neared the table where Janine sat, he nodded to her but didn't stop or speak to her. Just before he left the food court, he turned to look at me.
    And I felt incapable of doing anything but staring back until he left.
    When he had, I sank back against my chair, taking slow deep breaths . You have to get a grip. You cannot keep fantasizing about him and imagining he's interested in you. If you have to let lust have a free rein, better you should fantasize about Darkwater again. At least he's not Janine's crush.
    I tried to rein my thoughts in by reasoning with myself. He's bored and probably views getting under your skin as a way to kill a couple of evenings until he finds someone he wants to date. And even if he is really interested in you, you can't afford to be interested him. Period. End of discussion and story as the damned Darkwater would say.
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    S herlyn
    Janine rose and quickly joined me at the table. She clutched my hand. "So? What happened? What did he say about me?"
    "He...I think he's so used to pretty women that he's