Silk Stalkings by Kelli Scott

munched on chips and salsa while waiting for the food.
    Diego laced his fingers with Yancey’s and said, “Have dinner
with me tonight.”
    After the hard time she’d given him the previous night about
following her home and getting her phone number, he’d decided not to ask,
simply insist or demand. It had worked for lunch. Maybe she liked to be told
what to do. If he had to guess, he’d say she’d prefer giving the orders…or
letting him think he called all the shots when they both knew she could crush
him with a frown, paralyze him with a venomous word or drown him with a single
tear.
    “We haven’t even started lunch yet,” she said.
    “Pack a bag.” He kissed her painted fingernails one at a
time. He’d been right. They matched the color of her racy little sports car.
“Stay for breakfast too.”
    She snorted a cute little laugh. “You’re bad.”
    Grinning mischievously, he said, “Sweetheart, you make me
bad.”
    She smiled and glanced away, embarrassed if he had to guess
by the pink tinting her cheeks. Could she manufacture a blush as some women
faked tears? Could she fake tears as some women faked orgasms? He doubted her
sincerity while simultaneously desiring her affections.
    Yancey squinted off into the distance and sat up tall. Her
mouth dropped open.
    “What is it?” he asked, turning his attention in the
direction she was looking.
    She waved her hand in the air. “Isn’t that…? No, never
mind.” Yancey shook her head. “I thought I saw Stanley.” She wrinkled her nose.
“Must be my imagination.”
    Stanley. The guy made Diego’s radar go on high alert.
“What’s with him anyhow?”
    “What do you mean?” she asked.
    “Nothing,” he replied with a shake of his head. He didn’t
want her to go thinking he was trying to come between her and her coworker.
She’d peg him as a jealous control freak. Or she’d turn him into a jealous
control freak.
    “Ramos!” the counter guy shouted. “Order’s up.”
    He kissed Yancey’s hand before parting from her for a few
short seconds. He wasn’t sure whether Yancey had actually spotted Stanley
passing by, but Diego clearly saw the security guard from her office building,
still glaring at him as if he were spit on the sidewalk—or glaring again, this
time from the long line at the roach coach rather than from the elevators.
Maybe glaring was his only facial expression. The chance encounter immediately
struck him as odd, but it was lunchtime, after all, and as Yancey had said, the
coach had an A plus rating. The food was cheap, fast and incredible, not
to mention close to her office.
    When he returned with the tray of food, she said, “Are we expecting
company? That’s a lot of food.”
    “Eat up.” He served her some food to make sure she complied.
Diego didn’t care for dates who starved themselves. “But save room for dinner
tonight.”
    She giggled. “And breakfast?”
    Diego chuckled. He didn’t normally care for giggling girls,
but Yancey pulled it off. Her joy was real and infectious. He could picture
them laughing, teasing and playing in bed until all hours of the night. She’d
keep him up until dawn in more ways than one. The woman was a puzzle. It was almost
as if someone else had dressed her in sexy clothes that didn’t suit her bubbly
personality. He’d tell her so, except that he really enjoyed the view of her
cleavage peeking out from the V-neck of her blouse.
    “I thought you were never off-duty,” she said, tilting her
head playfully at him, reminding him of his words to the cops the previous
night. Frankly he hadn’t thought she was paying attention to the exchange.
Yancey licked some salsa off her fingers. His breath caught in his throat at
the memory of her tongue swiping at his cock. “How are you going to make me
dinner and breakfast if you’re working? Sounds like a fool’s errand.”
    “I got a buddy,” he said, winking devilishly. Two could play
her flirtatious games.
    With her eyes wide and her