One Night: A BWWM Interracial Romance Read Online Free Page B

that.  
    God, he was beginning to sound desperate even to himself. It wasn’t a problem for him to woo women into bed, so why was he so focused on getting this one between the sheets? She was cute—gorgeous actually. Even beneath that baggy sweatshirt and awful footwear, he could tell she had a nice little figure.   It would be a fun romp, then they’d both go their separate ways.   She had pretty much inferred that she was in no mood for a relationship.   It should have been a no-brainer.  
    But the entire reason for coming here was to be alone.   It was his process.   At this point it was practically superstition. He’d taken a cabin in the woods of upstate New York to complete the final draft of his first manuscript. He had headed out to the nearest bar to celebrate the accomplishment, not knowing if it would be picked up or not. The most expensive drink at that bar had come from the same brand he had before him. He had drunk in silent contemplation then, reflecting on his past and figuring out his future.  
    Tonight was the first time such solitary reflection after completing a manuscript had been interrupted. He wasn’t sure how to take that. Did it bode well for the book or not? He put the thought aside as her gaze lingered over him.  
    “I’m going to need a bit more liquid courage,” she said, pushing the glass in front of her toward him and nodding at the bottle in front of him.
    “Developing a taste for it, are we?”   he asked, raising a teasing eyebrow as he grabbed the bottle to pour her another drink. He dropped some more into his own glass as well.  
    “I certainly hope not!” she said, giving him an incredulous look. “Some of us are lucky if we can afford $4 drinks on Ladies’ Night. I just happen to think I’m worth a bit more than $100.”  
    He laughed at the inference.  
    This one was fun.   He actually kind of liked her.  
    She laughed with him.  
    “To opportunistic rebounds,” she said, raising her glass.  
    What choice did he have but to join her?  

CHAPTER FOUR

    NATALIE
    Natalie brought the glass to her lips, wincing in preparation for the heat to fill her body. She wasn’t developing a taste for it, but it was sure making her feel very nice. She was even getting used to the feel of the warmth filling her middle.  
    It was all very fortuitous.  
    A handsome stranger. An—expensive!—bottle of whiskey. Friends who were too blissfully asleep to keep her from being impulsive.   It was as if providence wanted this to happen.  
    Obviously it was meant to be.  
    “You have your own room, right?” she asked, taking another small sip.  
    “Why don’t we head up and find out?” he said, taking the lead by grabbing the bottle and standing up.
    Oh boy.
    She wasn’t prepared for things to move this fast.  
    Natalie looked up at him uncertainly over the glass. She did want this…but a little more verbal foreplay would have been nice.  
    He seemed to take note of her concern and his face softened empathetically. “Listen, no pressure here,” he said softly. “We can just sit and talk up there, if that’s what you want.  
    “I’ll go close you out with the bartender over there,” he continued. “He’ll see you leaving with me so if anything happens to me, the cops will know who to look for.”  
    She broke out in a laugh, finally loosened up enough to get up from her chair.
    “Your milk is on me. Although, I don’t think I’ll ever live it down having something like that on any tab of mine.”  
    Natalie laughed again. She was really starting to warm up to this guy.   It didn’t hurt that he looked even better standing up.   She followed him to the bar and watched the muscles of his back ripple under the t-shirt. Nice.  
    The part of him below the waist was an even better view.   She sipped the rest of the whiskey as she   trailed behind him letting her eyes have a little fun.  
    “George, her drink’s on me,” he said leaning over to