officially asked her out yet.
She hoped it was because he was doing everything right and wanted
to keep her.
“What else do you notice?” She asked, hoping
it sounded more like some random question, but he’d put two and two
together that she wanted sensual talk, because she was playing with
his shirt, and clearly throwing up signs she wanted him all over
her.
“You look really, really sexy
tonight, Charity.” He said with his focus on her cleavage.
“Thanks, Grant.” She grinned. That was a
perfect answer. “You totally look like a cute werewolf.” She popped
his top button accidently, but after noticing his bare chest, she
added, “Except you’re not hairy.”
“Do you like that kind of thing?”
“Yeah, hair on a man’s chest screams
masculinity.”
“That’s hot, Charity.” He said, and he let
his hand follow the plunging back of her suit, until his fingers
rested on her ass. He pulled her toward him, until she was flush
against one of his legs. Maybe she was imagining things, but she
swore he was a little hard. “It’s the worst time to admit this, but
I find you completely irresistible.”
Inside, she screamed with joy, but somehow
she managed to control her excitement. With impressive calm, but
obvious flattery and pleasure, she asked, “Why is it a bad
time?”
“This…” he lifted his soda again, “I want
you to know I mean it.”
“I feel the same way.” She confessed,
feeling like a giddy schoolgirl as she did whenever she was around
him.
“So, do you want to play pool?”
“Huh?” She was suddenly confused. They were
admitting attraction. Usually people kiss, maybe make out, or go
off to be alone if they spent months getting to know each other
like they did. They should be progressing things along, not playing
a game. If she could have things her way, they’d be celebrating
with sex and a lot of it. She wasn’t dressed up as a centerfold for
nothing.
“I’ll challenge you to a game. If I win, I
take you out to dinner tomorrow night, my choosing. If you win, you
get to choose where we go, but either way you’re all mine.”
“Alright.”
He took her hand, and held it as he told his
buddies they wanted to rack up for a very serious game with high
stakes, but they still made them wait because Derrick refused to
forfeit as he glared at their interlocked hands. Not that it
bothered Charity. She simply hung onto Grant until the pool table
was theirs.
They were just beginning to play, and he was
lining up a shot when Charity’s gaze fell on his drink. A drug with
no chance of an addiction, no harmful effects, not even a loss of
brain cells, and a high that lasted hours sounded adventurous
enough for her. Charity stared at the bottle, which looked too
innocent to cause her any alarm. She debated taking a sip, and why
not? She could at least brag about how cleaver he was for making
something so ingenious. Before she over thought it, and Grant was
finished knocking balls into pockets, she picked the soda up and
drank.
“Charity, no !” Grant held out a hand,
just as she took a second gulp. He was in front of her in a second,
and swiped the bottle from her hand before she swallowed another
mouthful. Once she drank it, however, he screwed the cap on. “Baby,
I told you I’m still studying the long term effects. I want to be
sure before anyone tries it.” He looked her over with concern, but
she felt like she drank sugar, and nothing seemed amiss. “It’s a
powerful hallucinogenic at first, and you’re going to get really…”
he rolled his eyes as if he didn’t want to continue, “you’re going
to get really horny, and touching anything will be erotic. Fuck,
there is no way I want you around men getting turned on by them, or
you’ll see my jealous side—it’s not pretty. I especially don’t want
Derrick touching you; he’s a dick and wants you.”
He took her hand, leading her away from the
table. She liked the idea of touching being
She hoped it was because he was doing everything right and wanted
to keep her.
“What else do you notice?” She asked, hoping
it sounded more like some random question, but he’d put two and two
together that she wanted sensual talk, because she was playing with
his shirt, and clearly throwing up signs she wanted him all over
her.
“You look really, really sexy
tonight, Charity.” He said with his focus on her cleavage.
“Thanks, Grant.” She grinned. That was a
perfect answer. “You totally look like a cute werewolf.” She popped
his top button accidently, but after noticing his bare chest, she
added, “Except you’re not hairy.”
“Do you like that kind of thing?”
“Yeah, hair on a man’s chest screams
masculinity.”
“That’s hot, Charity.” He said, and he let
his hand follow the plunging back of her suit, until his fingers
rested on her ass. He pulled her toward him, until she was flush
against one of his legs. Maybe she was imagining things, but she
swore he was a little hard. “It’s the worst time to admit this, but
I find you completely irresistible.”
Inside, she screamed with joy, but somehow
she managed to control her excitement. With impressive calm, but
obvious flattery and pleasure, she asked, “Why is it a bad
time?”
“This…” he lifted his soda again, “I want
you to know I mean it.”
“I feel the same way.” She confessed,
feeling like a giddy schoolgirl as she did whenever she was around
him.
“So, do you want to play pool?”
“Huh?” She was suddenly confused. They were
admitting attraction. Usually people kiss, maybe make out, or go
off to be alone if they spent months getting to know each other
like they did. They should be progressing things along, not playing
a game. If she could have things her way, they’d be celebrating
with sex and a lot of it. She wasn’t dressed up as a centerfold for
nothing.
“I’ll challenge you to a game. If I win, I
take you out to dinner tomorrow night, my choosing. If you win, you
get to choose where we go, but either way you’re all mine.”
“Alright.”
He took her hand, and held it as he told his
buddies they wanted to rack up for a very serious game with high
stakes, but they still made them wait because Derrick refused to
forfeit as he glared at their interlocked hands. Not that it
bothered Charity. She simply hung onto Grant until the pool table
was theirs.
They were just beginning to play, and he was
lining up a shot when Charity’s gaze fell on his drink. A drug with
no chance of an addiction, no harmful effects, not even a loss of
brain cells, and a high that lasted hours sounded adventurous
enough for her. Charity stared at the bottle, which looked too
innocent to cause her any alarm. She debated taking a sip, and why
not? She could at least brag about how cleaver he was for making
something so ingenious. Before she over thought it, and Grant was
finished knocking balls into pockets, she picked the soda up and
drank.
“Charity, no !” Grant held out a hand,
just as she took a second gulp. He was in front of her in a second,
and swiped the bottle from her hand before she swallowed another
mouthful. Once she drank it, however, he screwed the cap on. “Baby,
I told you I’m still studying the long term effects. I want to be
sure before anyone tries it.” He looked her over with concern, but
she felt like she drank sugar, and nothing seemed amiss. “It’s a
powerful hallucinogenic at first, and you’re going to get really…”
he rolled his eyes as if he didn’t want to continue, “you’re going
to get really horny, and touching anything will be erotic. Fuck,
there is no way I want you around men getting turned on by them, or
you’ll see my jealous side—it’s not pretty. I especially don’t want
Derrick touching you; he’s a dick and wants you.”
He took her hand, leading her away from the
table. She liked the idea of touching being
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