laid, you know.”
He laughed. He had a nice laugh. It made me feel a little more comfortable. “You know what I mean. You don’t need to sell it. You don’t look like you’re into drugs or anything.”
“I’m not.” I looked down at my glass. The ice was melting, making wavy patterns in the bourbon as the water mixed with the liquor. “I just need the money.”
“Student loans? Credit cards?”
“Medical bills. Hospice care.” My voice was a whisper. I must have finally gotten through to him.
“Oh. Oh, shit. I’m sorry.”
I shrugged. “That’s why. So thanks for bidding so much. It’ll help a lot.”
“Sure. Honestly…I’m glad I did.” It sounded like just saying those words was difficult for him. I got the impression he wasn’t the type who said what he was feeling very easily.
“You like motorcycles?” I motioned to one of the magazines. It was either that or Playboy . I didn’t think it would be appropriate to ask if he liked boobs.
“Oh, yeah.” His face lit up a little. He was really handsome when he smiled. I took another sip of my drink. A warm little fire started in my belly and spread through me. “I’ve been riding since I was a kid,” he continued.
“Really? That’s cool. Is it in the garage? I didn’t see it outside.”
“Yeah, I have her parked under cover.” Her. How cute.
“I’ve never ridden on one,” I admitted. He gave me the sort of look I’d expect to get if I admitted to killing kittens for pleasure.
“You have to. There’s nothing like it.” He became more animated and told me more about the way it feels to be one with the open road, or something like that. All I could do was stare at his body. When would he want to get down to business? The anticipation was killing me.
“What do you do for a living?” he asked.
“I’m a bartender.”
“And you’ve never drunk bourbon?” He laughed.
I couldn’t help but laugh with him. “You’re right. It sounds pretty stupid when you put it that way. But I’m not drinking. I’m serving.”
“What do you do for fun? Besides going to auctions.”
I blushed at the tone in his voice. It was a little more suggestive, a little less friendly. I wondered if his drink, which was twice the size of the one he’d given me, was loosening him up a little bit.
“Not much. I haven’t had much fun lately. Can we change the subject?” I finished my drink with a quick toss down my throat. It burned, and I coughed, but I needed to numb up a little. I couldn’t let my emotions get in the way. If I had to go through with the sex before getting my money, I had to brace up. Who wanted to sleep with a girl who was crying? If I did, what if he refused to pay?
“All right. Sorry. I’ll ask this, then.” He leaned toward me ever so slightly. The mood shifted, thanks to that one tiny move. My heart skipped a beat, my palms went clammy. I gulped.
“What is it?” I whispered.
“How does a girl like you stay a virgin for so long?”
I blushed furiously. “That’s a pretty intimate question.”
“It’s a pretty intimate night,” he pointed out. “And I’m curious.”
I made the mistake of looking into his eyes. They were so blue. It felt like they were reaching into me, pulling the answer from my mouth without my wanting to give it up. “The right person never came along,” I admitted, my eyes never leaving his. My breath was coming fast and short, even faster when he moved closer still.
“Isn’t that funny? You waited all this time for the right person, and you ended up doing this.”
“Yeah. Isn’t it funny?” My heart was beating so fast I was afraid it might give out. He was so close now, inches away from me. Seducing me, I realized. Warmth grew and spread between my legs. What would he do to me? What did I want him to do? The anticipation was intoxicating.
He reached for me,
He laughed. He had a nice laugh. It made me feel a little more comfortable. “You know what I mean. You don’t need to sell it. You don’t look like you’re into drugs or anything.”
“I’m not.” I looked down at my glass. The ice was melting, making wavy patterns in the bourbon as the water mixed with the liquor. “I just need the money.”
“Student loans? Credit cards?”
“Medical bills. Hospice care.” My voice was a whisper. I must have finally gotten through to him.
“Oh. Oh, shit. I’m sorry.”
I shrugged. “That’s why. So thanks for bidding so much. It’ll help a lot.”
“Sure. Honestly…I’m glad I did.” It sounded like just saying those words was difficult for him. I got the impression he wasn’t the type who said what he was feeling very easily.
“You like motorcycles?” I motioned to one of the magazines. It was either that or Playboy . I didn’t think it would be appropriate to ask if he liked boobs.
“Oh, yeah.” His face lit up a little. He was really handsome when he smiled. I took another sip of my drink. A warm little fire started in my belly and spread through me. “I’ve been riding since I was a kid,” he continued.
“Really? That’s cool. Is it in the garage? I didn’t see it outside.”
“Yeah, I have her parked under cover.” Her. How cute.
“I’ve never ridden on one,” I admitted. He gave me the sort of look I’d expect to get if I admitted to killing kittens for pleasure.
“You have to. There’s nothing like it.” He became more animated and told me more about the way it feels to be one with the open road, or something like that. All I could do was stare at his body. When would he want to get down to business? The anticipation was killing me.
“What do you do for a living?” he asked.
“I’m a bartender.”
“And you’ve never drunk bourbon?” He laughed.
I couldn’t help but laugh with him. “You’re right. It sounds pretty stupid when you put it that way. But I’m not drinking. I’m serving.”
“What do you do for fun? Besides going to auctions.”
I blushed at the tone in his voice. It was a little more suggestive, a little less friendly. I wondered if his drink, which was twice the size of the one he’d given me, was loosening him up a little bit.
“Not much. I haven’t had much fun lately. Can we change the subject?” I finished my drink with a quick toss down my throat. It burned, and I coughed, but I needed to numb up a little. I couldn’t let my emotions get in the way. If I had to go through with the sex before getting my money, I had to brace up. Who wanted to sleep with a girl who was crying? If I did, what if he refused to pay?
“All right. Sorry. I’ll ask this, then.” He leaned toward me ever so slightly. The mood shifted, thanks to that one tiny move. My heart skipped a beat, my palms went clammy. I gulped.
“What is it?” I whispered.
“How does a girl like you stay a virgin for so long?”
I blushed furiously. “That’s a pretty intimate question.”
“It’s a pretty intimate night,” he pointed out. “And I’m curious.”
I made the mistake of looking into his eyes. They were so blue. It felt like they were reaching into me, pulling the answer from my mouth without my wanting to give it up. “The right person never came along,” I admitted, my eyes never leaving his. My breath was coming fast and short, even faster when he moved closer still.
“Isn’t that funny? You waited all this time for the right person, and you ended up doing this.”
“Yeah. Isn’t it funny?” My heart was beating so fast I was afraid it might give out. He was so close now, inches away from me. Seducing me, I realized. Warmth grew and spread between my legs. What would he do to me? What did I want him to do? The anticipation was intoxicating.
He reached for me,
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