Mr. Blue Eyes: Wild Night Dreaming 1
She felt heat
flush on her cheeks as his eyes watched her face, his smile a bit
frozen on his lips. “Ahm… let’s get the car. You must be exhausted
from the flight,” she mumbled, and hugged Thera again as she turned
her back on him.
    She had her smile back on her face when they
all started walking down the airport’s exit.
    * * *
    CHRIST… Jake Winters… is Tom Sawyer ,
Carla screamed inside, though she looked calm outside.
    As they exited the airport and headed to the
parking lot, four women stood on the sidewalk. They all looked in
their early 40s, clothed in conservative attires that shouted
businesswomen, yet they were all looking at Tom with the admiration
of girls towards an attractive man. Their cheeks started blossoming
with color as they exchanged knowing glances that screamed HOT,
then they unashamedly and avidly watched him again as they
passed.
    And they weren’t the only ones.
    * * *
    JAKE watched the young woman walking in front
of him with Thera. He hadn’t felt this excited for a long time, and
he was barely managing to contain it all inside.
    Oh, she was stunning then, and she was more
so now. He had started to believe he would not see her again, and
then she suddenly popped out of nowhere. His mind was still a bit
numbed. He still felt a little overwhelmed, but he had calmed
enough to observe the image that he had not seen for two years, but
still remembered as if everything had happened yesterday.
    She was as tall and graceful as before – he
almost groaned as he distinctly remembered how her gorgeous long
legs felt while they were wrapped around him. Her eyes were dark
green and exotic, her lips full and soft-looking… the variety that
were exclusively made for long kisses, hot or warm. Oh, yes, he
remembered that . Her skin was still as dark, flawless, and
healthy. Her soft curls, tousled by the wind when they got out of
the airport, made it easier to remember how she would look as she
just got out of bed. He, again, couldn’t control himself and stared
at a specific part of her body, the one rounded so seductively just
below her waist. The way her ass moved was just… poetry in
motion.
    He suddenly felt very uncomfortable inside
his pants.
    He knew she recognized him, and yet she said
nothing. He, too, hadn’t known what to do after he recognized her.
He was not sure if that was good or bad. He noticed her struggling
for a moment before she quickly recovered her wits. He was hoping
it was because of the same reason he was still trying to recover
his wits now.
    Then his eyes fell on Thera, and the smile he
hadn’t known was on his lips slowly vanished.
    What the hell was he doing? Had he completely
lost his mind? He was here with Thera, and he was already thinking
of hitting on her best friend.
    Just a month ago, he had decided that it was
about time to get serious, stick with a nice girl and “practice”
settling down. Thera was the perfect candidate for the nice girl
job. Now that he had his finances down pat after his drop out from
his former occupation two years ago, he had time to have a serious,
normal relationship with a woman. Now that he had Thera who,
admittedly, didn’t know much about him but fell for him anyway, he
shouldn’t be having these thoughts.
    But as soon as he saw and recognized Thera’s
friend, it was like he fell from the edge of the cliff to a fast
flowing river, and it just got him carried away.
    Pull yourself together, Mate , he
scolded himself, but his still eyes followed the hypnotic sway of
Carla’s hips with a mind of their own. He closed his eyes for a
moment, and what he immediately saw were her green exotic eyes,
watching his face as she laid on the pillow, her raven black hair
scattered on the soft, silky cloth.
    He immediately opened his eyes. Oh, those
green eyes were trouble. Those got him hooked in the first
place.
    Oh damn…

Chapter Three
    H ow to fit four
suitcases in a small Opel’s trunk was a tricky issue and helped to
occupy Carla’s

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