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metaphorical balls to do it, and I like my
women a little more strong in their base urges. I like a woman who
goes after what she wants.
    Like Number 3498.
Her simple “yes” was the one answer I got tonight that
has me smiling.
    It’s a
lecherous one, but I’m smiling all the same.
    Tomorrow cannot get
here fast enough.

Chapter 3

    I hit Sullivan’s
at six PM, a full hour before Stella is due to arrive. I
wanted to have a drink, relax, and think about what I could do to her
this evening. I also wanted to watch her walk in.
    I can tell a lot by
the way a woman walks. The way she holds her head, her shoulders.
Does she look around the room or at the floor? Do her arms swing
naturally or does she hold them stiff at her sides?
    Body language. I’ve
been reading it for years on jurors, and I do it with people all the
time. You can’t trust half of what comes out of people’s
lips anyway, so I rely a lot on evaluating their movements to get the
full story.
    I order a Jameson
neat and sip at it while checking out the patrons. There’s a
dark-haired woman at the bar that makes eye contact with me. For a
moment, I think it might be Stella , because of her bold gaze,
but I immediately realize she’s not wearing red and it doesn’t
look like there’s much else upstairs to compete with it. I
don’t see the intelligence in those eyes that originally caught
my attention and immediately know it’s not Stella . I
don’t return the woman’s look and brush my gaze past her,
making sure I don’t make eye contact with her again.
    At six thirty on the
dot, my breath catches as I watch her walk in. She wore red…
as I demanded, and I knew it would look fucking fantastic on her. The
dress is practically painted on to a slamming body with the hem just
hitting at mid-thigh and the low cut plumping her breasts up and over
the top. It’s sexy as sin, but not slutty. She has on fire
engine-red lipstick to match it, a color I hated on Marissa, but Stella wears it very well.
    I hope to have that
lipstick smudged all over my cock later tonight.
    I take a sip of my
whiskey and watch her over the rim of the glass as she walks to the
bar. She holds her head high, her gaze roaming the room. Luckily, she
doesn’t look toward the corner where I’m seated, but she
makes eye contact with anyone that deigns to look back at her. Her
hips swing softly, but her shoulders are held back regally.
    And those eyes…
pale green loveliness sparking electric… filled with
brilliance.
    I peg her as a
banker or a financier.
    Tilting my glass
back, I take the last swallow of Jameson and let it burn its way down
my throat. She orders something from the bartender as I stand from
the table and throw a twenty down. As I make my way over, I let my
eyes roam down the long expanse of leg she has exposed, capped off by
a pair of black heels that I wouldn’t mind being pressed into
my shoulders later… if she can get her legs up that high.
    “I’ll
pay for that,” I say, just as the bartender sets a glass of
white wine in front of her.
    Stella turns
slightly in her seat, her mouth poised open to say something. When
she sees me, her eyes go wide with surprise and her mouth closes. She
shamelessly runs her eyes down the length of me and when her gaze
comes back up, they shine appreciatively over what she sees.
    Turning to the
bartender, I hand him my credit card and nod toward Stella’s
wine. “And I’ll take another Jameson neat.”
    When I turn back to
Stella, her lips are pursed in amusement. I stick my hand out with a
genial smile. “Mike… Number 134 at your service.”
    She laughs at my
introduction, and it sounds like the beauty of when you hear church
bells tolling. She places her palm in mine, and I swear, a frisson of
electricity courses through me from the contact. I can’t
fucking help myself because of the overwhelming need to touch her
skin with my lips. Pulling her hand up, I brush a light kiss over the
back and love how the smile slides