Promises by Ellen March Page B

least, but at least it was a start and he really couldn’t think of anything else to talk about. He took another swig of beer and tried to suppress his grin. Okay , he conceded to himself, there’s a lot I could say, but I don’t think she’d like that type of conversation.
    “You wouldn’t be interes ted.” She was unwilling to tell him what kind of books she read.
    “How do you know ?” he pushed, swinging his leg over the wall and inching closer.
    “Look, can I just read this in peace?” She drained the rest of her wine.
    Solomon wondered where the hell the bottle had gone, then watched her move to get another. He could see her body dip and undulate before she steadied herself. She ambled inside, returning with a new one.
    Solomon raised one eyebrow. She sure is going for it. If she wants to get blind drunk, though, that’s up to her. For a second he debated whether to use it to his advantage, but then dismissed the thought. Tipsy, yes, but he wanted her to remember what he intended on doing to her.
    “ Are you working tomorrow?” He stared in amazement when she filled the glass to the brim. Most women he knew drank out of wine glasses, but she had to have a bloody tumbler full of the stuff.
    Alex nodded . The frustration of the day evaporating, she regarded him speculatively. “How come, in all the places you could have chosen to live, you ended up next to me? I mean what are the odds of that happening?”
    If only you knew, honey, thought Solomon. Pushing off the wall, he prowled towards her, took a seat, and placed his bottle on the table. So far so good, she hadn’t told him to get lost. Yet.
    “Fate ,” he said, noticing that she’d given up reading her book. She folded a crease in the page and closed it with finality.
    “Hmmm , I don’t know. It’s strange. Very strange.” She leaned back and sipped from the glass, studying him with growing suspicion.
    “ How come you moved here?” he asked, trying to divert the conversation from himself.
    “To get away from my mother .” The drink was beginning to loosen her tongue.
    “Why?” He peered down into his bottle. It was definitely empty, and he decided to get another one.
    “Because she’s a pain in the ass. Trust me, she’s a nightmare.” Alex shook her head in dismay. Through her blurred vision she had spotted his empty glass and rose unsteadily to get him a drink. “I’ll get a glass for you.”
    Solomon grinned , watching her totter into the kitchen before returning and banging the glass down on the table, misjudging where the top lay. “Help yourself,” she slurred, sinking into his lap. She took hold of the arm that coiled around her hip.
    “Mmm , you’re so comfy.” She leaned back and reached out for her glass. Solomon groaned as she arched, her breasts sailing before his eyes.
    “ Yeah, whatever,” he muttered, realizing she’d gone from tipsy to drunk in the space of a few seconds.
    After d raping an arm around his neck, she slurped from her glass and bounced up and down. “Yep, nice and comfy.”
    She didn’t notice his pained expression as he looked down at her shuddering breasts. They called out to him. He itched to put his hands around them, could feel himself getting hard at the thought.
    “ Hey, what’s that?” She peeked down and gave him a wicked smile. “I think something has just come up.”
    “That’s my boy ,” she whispered, dropping the glass she’d clung to. It fell to the floor and bounced on the grass, the contents seeping into the dark earth. Bending her head, she nuzzled his neck, nipping and sucking. “You want me, Sol?” she muttered, trailing her tongue across his lips, dipping to taste him. Pressing softly against his lips, she pushed her tongue inside. Solomon stole over it, sucking the sweet fruitiness.
    Unable to stop himself , he snaked his hand up, grasping her breast and flicking across her nipple. He kneaded it softly, welcoming her soft moan, before scooping her into his arms