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off her face a bit.
    She seems confused
for just a moment, and then her eyes fill with flirtation. “So,
what’s a guy like you doing in a place like this?”
    Lame… so
lame, yet I can’t help but laugh. “I heard there was
going to be a stunningly ravishing woman at this bar tonight, and I
simply had to come out and try to win her.”
    I know that was
equally as lame, but I’m enjoying whatever this is we’re
doing. This banter.
    She giggles and
takes a sip of wine, which causes my gaze to go to her slender throat
as she swallows. My lips have plans to spend a lot of time there as
well.
    “I heard about
this woman,” she says, setting her glass back down. Then she
leans toward me and whispers, “They say she’s kind of a
sure bet, so I don’t think you have anything to worry about.”
    Fuck, she’s
funny. It’s been a long time since a woman made me laugh, and
that’s exactly what I do. Reaching out, I tuck a long lock of
her hair behind her ear, not because it needed it, but because I need
to touch her again. “I have to say, I’m beyond pleased
with our match. Your picture had me entranced, but it really didn’t
do you justice.”
    “You did hear
the part where I said I was a sure bet, right? No need to spout
compliments. I’m sleeping with you tonight.” She’s
grinning at me, but I do sense a tiny bit of nervousness about her.
It might be the way her hands are gripping the edge of the bar, but I
don’t think Stella has much experience at this.
    Good thing I have
enough for both of us.
    “Yet, I felt
compelled to give it to you all the same,” I tell her smoothly.
“I’m the kind of man that sort of just speaks his mind.”
    “I like that.
In fact,” she says as she leans in toward me again, her perfume
subtly teasing me. It’s spicy and bold… just like her.
“What exactly is on your mind tonight?”
    Fuck. I could
probably get arrested in thirty-seven states for what is on my mind.
I bring my hand up and wrap it around the back of her head, my
fingers sliding through her silky hair. Pulling her closer to me, I
lean in and skim my lips along her jawline, straight toward her ear.
    I hover there a
moment, and then ask, “You want to know what’s on my
mind?”
    She shivers…
doesn’t even attempt to hide it, and it punches straight
through to my groin.
    Leaning just a tad
further, I kiss her just below her ear, loving the way she trembles
again. Pulling back so my lips skim the outer shell, I tell her in a
quiet voice, “I’m trying to decide if I want to fuck you
in the elevator or wait until we get in the room. Then I’m
trying to figure out if I should fuck you missionary or from behind…
probably both, and only after I’ve gone down on you.”
    She groans over
those words, but I don’t let up. “Then it’s always
open for debate whether I take you out on the balcony. It’s
been a fantasy of mine, you see, and I made sure to reserve a room
with a gorgeous view over Central Park tonight.”
    Her breath floats
out of her mouth in a lovely sigh that smells of Pinot Grigio and
when I pull back, I see lust clouding her face.
    Fuck finishing
our drinks , I think, as I wave the bartender over.
    ***
    We take an escalator
up one floor to the lobby of the hotel over Sullivan’s. I had
already checked in when I arrived, and I keep my hand on the small of Stella’s back as I lead her toward the elevator. She
walks with that same sexy confidence she exhibited earlier, and I
don’t fail to notice the way men’s heads turn to look at
her.
    It fucking pisses me
off. She’s mine tonight, and I don’t like anyone but me
imagining how amazingly wonderful she’s going to feel
underneath my body.
    I press the elevator
button, and we only wait a moment before one opens up. It’s
paneled with dark mahogany, brass railings, and sumptuous, dark green
carpeting. We step in, and I press the button for the top floor.
Knowing that we have a bit of a ride up and because I cannot wait a
minute