out drinks before taking a seat next to Liz.
He didn’t miss the underlying meaning and gave her a wicked grin. As she picked up her wine and sipped it coquettishly, he cut a wedge of cheese from the platter, washed it down with his beer, and wondered just how long it would be before he got into her pants.
*
For the most part, Kathy was quiet, but Liz made up for it pelting him with a barrage of questions.
“What branch of the Navy are you in?”
“I’m a SEAL.”
When Kathy heard SEAL, she brightened. She’d been sitting on the couch feeling like a dork, but having read an article on the SEAL Teams only last week, she felt confident she could make an intelligent contribution to the conversation without getting tongue-tied. “What division are you in?”
“I lead Team One, but currently I’m involved in coaching the students through basic training.”
The mellow timbre of his voice was soothing to her ears. Kathy could have listened to him talk all night. “I hear the training is rigorous. The stats show that more than seventy-five per cent of candidates opt out before completing Hell Week. ”
“You’re well informed, and you’re right of course. It’s a week of an endurance program that requires absolute dedication and is physically and mentally exhausting. My trainees completed it months ago. The survivors were ecstatic of course. In fact, a group of us went to Shenanigans last night for a celebratory drink.”
“You’re kidding! What a coincidence.” Liz gushed, while she in contrast, wanted to dive under the couch and hide.
“We were there last night too. Hey, you weren’t with that group dancing with the girls on the bachelorette night were you?”
Shane’s eyes skidded to hers and with a mischievous wink, he answered Liz’s question.
“Yeah, that was us, but I wasn’t dancing, I was observing the talent from the bar.”
A tide of crimson washed over Kathy. The wink confirmed he’d been playing possum. It was time to make an exit. “If you two would like to take a seat at the table I’ll serve dinner,” she stammered before making good her escape.
*
Ice watched Kathy as she scampered into the kitchen, intrigued that he’d managed to rattle her. Getting to his feet, he turned to Liz. “Where would you like me?”
“You can be the rose between two thorns.” Liz laughed and pointed to the head of the table as she seated herself to his right.
“More like two beauties either side of the beast,” he came back chivalrously, taking the seat indicated. He was impressed, they’d gone to a lot of trouble, and if the aroma wafting from the kitchen was any indication, his taste buds were about to be tantalized.
Kathy glided into the room and leaning in close placed his meal on the table in front of him. He turned to say thanks but her left breast pressed against him. The touch sent electric currents escalating up his arm and the words didn’t form. The unexpected contact made his cock uncomfortable in his low riding jeans as it hardened with interest. He heard her breath catch, and she jumped back as if scalded. Her reaction proclaimed she’d felt it too. He contained a smile but gave her a knowing look that caused her to turn the color of Liz’s hair, and he thought if she got any hotter, she’d spontaneously combust. Perhaps she was embarrassed because Liz was there. Yeah, that had to be it. He wanted to put her at ease so paid them a compliment. “Mm this smells delicious ladies.”
“Thank you,” she muttered. “I hope you enjoy it.”
Liz, oblivious to the tension and emotions being played out around her, responded enthusiastically when he asked what she did for a living.
“I’m an attorney with Brownlow and Wilkins,” she named the high profile law firm. “Perhaps you’ve heard of them?”
“Sure, their cases are often reported in the paper. They’ve got a few offices around the country haven’t they?”
“Yes, there’s one in most major
He didn’t miss the underlying meaning and gave her a wicked grin. As she picked up her wine and sipped it coquettishly, he cut a wedge of cheese from the platter, washed it down with his beer, and wondered just how long it would be before he got into her pants.
*
For the most part, Kathy was quiet, but Liz made up for it pelting him with a barrage of questions.
“What branch of the Navy are you in?”
“I’m a SEAL.”
When Kathy heard SEAL, she brightened. She’d been sitting on the couch feeling like a dork, but having read an article on the SEAL Teams only last week, she felt confident she could make an intelligent contribution to the conversation without getting tongue-tied. “What division are you in?”
“I lead Team One, but currently I’m involved in coaching the students through basic training.”
The mellow timbre of his voice was soothing to her ears. Kathy could have listened to him talk all night. “I hear the training is rigorous. The stats show that more than seventy-five per cent of candidates opt out before completing Hell Week. ”
“You’re well informed, and you’re right of course. It’s a week of an endurance program that requires absolute dedication and is physically and mentally exhausting. My trainees completed it months ago. The survivors were ecstatic of course. In fact, a group of us went to Shenanigans last night for a celebratory drink.”
“You’re kidding! What a coincidence.” Liz gushed, while she in contrast, wanted to dive under the couch and hide.
“We were there last night too. Hey, you weren’t with that group dancing with the girls on the bachelorette night were you?”
Shane’s eyes skidded to hers and with a mischievous wink, he answered Liz’s question.
“Yeah, that was us, but I wasn’t dancing, I was observing the talent from the bar.”
A tide of crimson washed over Kathy. The wink confirmed he’d been playing possum. It was time to make an exit. “If you two would like to take a seat at the table I’ll serve dinner,” she stammered before making good her escape.
*
Ice watched Kathy as she scampered into the kitchen, intrigued that he’d managed to rattle her. Getting to his feet, he turned to Liz. “Where would you like me?”
“You can be the rose between two thorns.” Liz laughed and pointed to the head of the table as she seated herself to his right.
“More like two beauties either side of the beast,” he came back chivalrously, taking the seat indicated. He was impressed, they’d gone to a lot of trouble, and if the aroma wafting from the kitchen was any indication, his taste buds were about to be tantalized.
Kathy glided into the room and leaning in close placed his meal on the table in front of him. He turned to say thanks but her left breast pressed against him. The touch sent electric currents escalating up his arm and the words didn’t form. The unexpected contact made his cock uncomfortable in his low riding jeans as it hardened with interest. He heard her breath catch, and she jumped back as if scalded. Her reaction proclaimed she’d felt it too. He contained a smile but gave her a knowing look that caused her to turn the color of Liz’s hair, and he thought if she got any hotter, she’d spontaneously combust. Perhaps she was embarrassed because Liz was there. Yeah, that had to be it. He wanted to put her at ease so paid them a compliment. “Mm this smells delicious ladies.”
“Thank you,” she muttered. “I hope you enjoy it.”
Liz, oblivious to the tension and emotions being played out around her, responded enthusiastically when he asked what she did for a living.
“I’m an attorney with Brownlow and Wilkins,” she named the high profile law firm. “Perhaps you’ve heard of them?”
“Sure, their cases are often reported in the paper. They’ve got a few offices around the country haven’t they?”
“Yes, there’s one in most major
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