Page 8 of Tempt
Everything that came to mind was unspeakable.Sit on my face. Put your hand in my pants. Let me rub the tip of my cock on that little dimple that appears in your cheek when you smile.
Tossing back the rest of my drink, I plunked the glass onto the bar. “Nothing. I’ll give it to you free—ten out of ten.”
“I don’t want your pity point, Zach. Tell me what you were thinking.”
I rotated my empty glass with one hand, sneaking a sideways look at her. “How old are you?”
“Why? Are your thoughts age-restricted?”
“They should be.”
She lifted her chin. “I’m thirty-two. How old are you?”
“Older.”
“Older like ninety?”
“Older like forty-seven.”
Her eyes raked me over head to foot. “Wow. You’re in great shape,” she said. “You don’t even have suspenders holding up your pants. I mean, you could be wearing sock garters, but who can tell? Maybe I should check your wallet for an AARP card.”
I gave her a menacing glare. “I’m taking my pity point back.”
She tossed her head back and laughed, while I entertained unholy thoughts about my mouth on her throat and my hand up her dress. “Sorry,” she said, trying to compose herself. “I couldn’t resist. But I’m not giving back the pity point. I want a perfect ten.”
Perfect ten. That described her to a T.
The bartender came over and asked if we’d like another round.
Millie sighed. “I shouldn’t. I make very questionable decisions if I have three drinks. And I’ve got an early flight tomorrow.”
“We’re all set,” I told the bartender. “Just the check.” He returned a moment later and set it in front of me.
“Are you sure you won’t let me pay?” Millie asked. I wondered if that was a nickname, short for something else.
“I’m sure.”
“You know, I really do need to thank you.” Her voice was sincere. “I was in a terrible mood earlier. You not only rescued me from a jerk, but you lifted my spirits.”
“Why were you in a terrible mood?”
She smiled. “Look at you being curious.”
“Forget it.” I picked up a pen and signed the check.
“Oh, come on.” She poked my arm. “Don’t get grouchy on me now. I was just feeling a little unlucky is all. Things haven’t been going my way lately.”
“Well, if it makes you feel any better, you did not look like you were having a bad night when you walked in here.”
“You watched me walk in?”
Words tumbled out before I could stop them. “I couldn’t take my eyes off you.”
“Why?”
“Why?” I laughed. Did she really not know how beautiful she was?
“Yes.” She leaned toward me, placing one hand on my leg. “Why?”
