What attracts you to a man?”
The question caught her off guard. “What attracts me?” F lipped script again! “Well…I’m attracted to a man that’s patient, kind, strong-”
“What about looks?” He was staring at her with those piercing grey eyes of his.
“Uh…Big guys. I’m a big woman. I have to be with a big guy.” Quickly she clarified. “Uh…you know, muscular- ” Shit ! That had co me out all wrong.
“Facial hair?”
“Yeah, I like facial hair.”
“Long hair, short, shaved?”
“Shaved head is cool.”
“Tats?”
She licked her lips. “I like tats.”
“Piercings?” He shot back.
“It depends where.”
“Where do you like them?”
“One ear only. No nipple or brow or facial piercings.”
Marty stroked his goatee. “Are you hungry?”
“Huh?!” She jumped a little.
“Ready for dinner?”
He watched her innocently while she contemplated why she had just sat there and described the man that attracts her…and it turns out to be a description of him! She gave him a suspicious.
“ Um, sure. ” She answered even though she wasn’t hungry after the large lunch, and popcorn. It was just hard to look into his sexy grey eyes and not agree with everything he said. That conversation had been strange and slightly sexy which left a pleasant tingling between her thighs.
“What sounds good? ” His voice was a slow sexy drawl. God, was he doing that on purpose? “ We can do Indian, Chinese, Italian- ”
“Indian?” She asked curiously.
“Do you like Indian?”
“I ’ve never had it.”
Mart y’s mouth curved in a slight grin . “Oh what sights I have to show you.”
He had such a beautiful grin. Nicole found her eyes glued to his mouth. She jumped up. “I’ll be back. I’m going to use the bathroom and take my medicine.” More tha n anything she just needed to collect herself.
When Nicole was washing her hands she studied her reflection in the mirror. The soap began to dry on her hands as she took in the damage done to her . The sight of her face made her ill. Her eye was no longer closed but still swollen and discolored. Her bottom lip was split but healing with a crusty looking scab. Her normally luxurious curls were kinky and dry-looking. Her outside finally matched her insides.. .
When she left the bathroom her mood was decidedly somber. Marty held up a menu, smiling. Then he noticed her expression and his smile faded.
“Nicole, what ’ s wrong?”
She sat back down on the couch. “Nothing.”
“Nicole?”
She touched her face. “I didn’t know I…looked so bad .” She thought the scar on her lip might even be permanent.
“Baby Girl, you were just hit by a car…and you don’t look bad .” Marty rubbed his shaved head contemplating something and then he mumbled. “I think you’re beautiful.”
“What? You think I’m beautiful—you’re nuts!” Even before the
The question caught her off guard. “What attracts me?” F lipped script again! “Well…I’m attracted to a man that’s patient, kind, strong-”
“What about looks?” He was staring at her with those piercing grey eyes of his.
“Uh…Big guys. I’m a big woman. I have to be with a big guy.” Quickly she clarified. “Uh…you know, muscular- ” Shit ! That had co me out all wrong.
“Facial hair?”
“Yeah, I like facial hair.”
“Long hair, short, shaved?”
“Shaved head is cool.”
“Tats?”
She licked her lips. “I like tats.”
“Piercings?” He shot back.
“It depends where.”
“Where do you like them?”
“One ear only. No nipple or brow or facial piercings.”
Marty stroked his goatee. “Are you hungry?”
“Huh?!” She jumped a little.
“Ready for dinner?”
He watched her innocently while she contemplated why she had just sat there and described the man that attracts her…and it turns out to be a description of him! She gave him a suspicious.
“ Um, sure. ” She answered even though she wasn’t hungry after the large lunch, and popcorn. It was just hard to look into his sexy grey eyes and not agree with everything he said. That conversation had been strange and slightly sexy which left a pleasant tingling between her thighs.
“What sounds good? ” His voice was a slow sexy drawl. God, was he doing that on purpose? “ We can do Indian, Chinese, Italian- ”
“Indian?” She asked curiously.
“Do you like Indian?”
“I ’ve never had it.”
Mart y’s mouth curved in a slight grin . “Oh what sights I have to show you.”
He had such a beautiful grin. Nicole found her eyes glued to his mouth. She jumped up. “I’ll be back. I’m going to use the bathroom and take my medicine.” More tha n anything she just needed to collect herself.
When Nicole was washing her hands she studied her reflection in the mirror. The soap began to dry on her hands as she took in the damage done to her . The sight of her face made her ill. Her eye was no longer closed but still swollen and discolored. Her bottom lip was split but healing with a crusty looking scab. Her normally luxurious curls were kinky and dry-looking. Her outside finally matched her insides.. .
When she left the bathroom her mood was decidedly somber. Marty held up a menu, smiling. Then he noticed her expression and his smile faded.
“Nicole, what ’ s wrong?”
She sat back down on the couch. “Nothing.”
“Nicole?”
She touched her face. “I didn’t know I…looked so bad .” She thought the scar on her lip might even be permanent.
“Baby Girl, you were just hit by a car…and you don’t look bad .” Marty rubbed his shaved head contemplating something and then he mumbled. “I think you’re beautiful.”
“What? You think I’m beautiful—you’re nuts!” Even before the
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