this?”
Mara blinked again, slowly. “We
sort of…kissed.”
Tia slapped the table as she
bugged out at the news. “Here I thought I had the juiciest story of the day
with coffee creeper and you’re sitting on a doozy like that this whole time.
How was it?”
How did she even begin to
describe it? And how did she do so without getting Tia uber-excited about it?
The last thing she wanted was for Jace to come here and get heckled by Tia
about their kiss. It might bug him out; some people were really personal about
things like that.
“Listen, Tia, he said he’s
coming here. I swear to God, if you do anything to embarrass me even the
slightest, I will never talk to you again.”
Tia snorted. “Oh, please, like
you could resist talking to me.”
True. “Fine, but I will be mad
at you and I won’t do your nails the next time you need a pedi.”
For a moment, fear flashed in
Tia’s pretty brown eyes. “You wouldn’t dare.”
“I dare.”
“So he wants in your pants.”
“What?” Mara gasped.
“He wants to bang you. That’s
why he’s doing this. Please tell me that you haven’t been so long without getting
laid that you’ve forgotten guys like sex. They also don’t mind doing things for
women if they get a little somethin’ somethin’ in return.”
Mara flushed, her body feeling
uncomfortably warm. “Sex. I doubt he wants to have sex with me,” she said automatically.
“Why not? You’re the kind of
girl that guys see as sweet and sexy. A lot of guys find that wholesome thing
very appealing. I bet a big bodyguard type like Jace has a soft spot for sweet
’n sexy. That’s all I’m sayin’.” Chuffing, Tia sat back in her chair to drink
her coffee.
She hadn’t thought about it.
What did he want in return? If it was sex…Mara bit her lip thinking about it.
She hadn’t had sex with anyone since Corey, unless Mr. Kinky and all her work
orgasms counted.
Suddenly, Mara felt the hair on
the back of her neck stand straight up. The room was dark, with soft rock music
playing over the sounds of chatter and laughter. Even though the alcohol had
subdued her senses, Mara could feel someone’s eyes on her. Swallowing over the
knot in her throat, she slowly turned. Her eyes took in everything, from the
people at the bar, to the college students doing shots near the fire. None of
that she really paid attention to because she was looking for one person.
The corner of her eye caught a
flash of movement. She turned and locked gazes with a man. It wasn’t until that
moment that she realized she’d been holding her breath. She exhaled in relief.
It wasn’t Corey. She didn’t care who this man was, because he wasn’t Corey.
That’s all that mattered.
Relief hit her hard and she
smiled. Instantly, she regretted the action. She was still facing the man who’d
been eyeing her from the bar. He looked like he’d come here alone…and drunk.
There was an empty beer by him on the bar. His eyes were looking bloodshot, his
clothes rumpled. He held some extra weight around his middle and face, but he
was tall. Well over six feet. And when she smiled because he wasn’t Corey, she
ended up smiling at him.
Shit. Shit. Shit.
The man’s eyes lit up like he’d
just won the jacket.
Mara spun around. “Oh shit! I
just accidentally smiled at this guy who was checking me out. Now he’s coming
over this way! Help me!”
Tia sputtered, saw the man,
then grew determined. She came and sat right next to Mara just like a regular
wingman.
The last thing Mara was
expecting was a hand on her thigh. Really, it was the very last thing she would
have expected from the guy. But there it was. A big hand gave her thigh a hard
squeeze.
“Hey, baby. How you doin’?” His
words ran together and he breathed hard, almost sounding out of breath.
Mara stared at Tia. Silently,
as only best friends could, they had a conversation.
What should I do? Mara
asked silently with wide eyes.
Tia grimaced and sent the
creeper a
Mara blinked again, slowly. “We
sort of…kissed.”
Tia slapped the table as she
bugged out at the news. “Here I thought I had the juiciest story of the day
with coffee creeper and you’re sitting on a doozy like that this whole time.
How was it?”
How did she even begin to
describe it? And how did she do so without getting Tia uber-excited about it?
The last thing she wanted was for Jace to come here and get heckled by Tia
about their kiss. It might bug him out; some people were really personal about
things like that.
“Listen, Tia, he said he’s
coming here. I swear to God, if you do anything to embarrass me even the
slightest, I will never talk to you again.”
Tia snorted. “Oh, please, like
you could resist talking to me.”
True. “Fine, but I will be mad
at you and I won’t do your nails the next time you need a pedi.”
For a moment, fear flashed in
Tia’s pretty brown eyes. “You wouldn’t dare.”
“I dare.”
“So he wants in your pants.”
“What?” Mara gasped.
“He wants to bang you. That’s
why he’s doing this. Please tell me that you haven’t been so long without getting
laid that you’ve forgotten guys like sex. They also don’t mind doing things for
women if they get a little somethin’ somethin’ in return.”
Mara flushed, her body feeling
uncomfortably warm. “Sex. I doubt he wants to have sex with me,” she said automatically.
“Why not? You’re the kind of
girl that guys see as sweet and sexy. A lot of guys find that wholesome thing
very appealing. I bet a big bodyguard type like Jace has a soft spot for sweet
’n sexy. That’s all I’m sayin’.” Chuffing, Tia sat back in her chair to drink
her coffee.
She hadn’t thought about it.
What did he want in return? If it was sex…Mara bit her lip thinking about it.
She hadn’t had sex with anyone since Corey, unless Mr. Kinky and all her work
orgasms counted.
Suddenly, Mara felt the hair on
the back of her neck stand straight up. The room was dark, with soft rock music
playing over the sounds of chatter and laughter. Even though the alcohol had
subdued her senses, Mara could feel someone’s eyes on her. Swallowing over the
knot in her throat, she slowly turned. Her eyes took in everything, from the
people at the bar, to the college students doing shots near the fire. None of
that she really paid attention to because she was looking for one person.
The corner of her eye caught a
flash of movement. She turned and locked gazes with a man. It wasn’t until that
moment that she realized she’d been holding her breath. She exhaled in relief.
It wasn’t Corey. She didn’t care who this man was, because he wasn’t Corey.
That’s all that mattered.
Relief hit her hard and she
smiled. Instantly, she regretted the action. She was still facing the man who’d
been eyeing her from the bar. He looked like he’d come here alone…and drunk.
There was an empty beer by him on the bar. His eyes were looking bloodshot, his
clothes rumpled. He held some extra weight around his middle and face, but he
was tall. Well over six feet. And when she smiled because he wasn’t Corey, she
ended up smiling at him.
Shit. Shit. Shit.
The man’s eyes lit up like he’d
just won the jacket.
Mara spun around. “Oh shit! I
just accidentally smiled at this guy who was checking me out. Now he’s coming
over this way! Help me!”
Tia sputtered, saw the man,
then grew determined. She came and sat right next to Mara just like a regular
wingman.
The last thing Mara was
expecting was a hand on her thigh. Really, it was the very last thing she would
have expected from the guy. But there it was. A big hand gave her thigh a hard
squeeze.
“Hey, baby. How you doin’?” His
words ran together and he breathed hard, almost sounding out of breath.
Mara stared at Tia. Silently,
as only best friends could, they had a conversation.
What should I do? Mara
asked silently with wide eyes.
Tia grimaced and sent the
creeper a