Page 14 of Hot Summer's Prey

His eyes flick up to mine, almost shyly, before watching the tiny little dog at his feet curl around and keep close.

“Only if I’m trying to seduce you,” I agree, flagging down the bartender. “Do you have a preference?”

“For whether or not I’d like you to seduce me?” he asks.

I blush, thrown off. “I suppose, but I was asking about the drink.”

He shrugs. “I’m flexible.”

I roll my eyes at him. He looks back innocently. He did not just say that.

“You know you only get away with lines like that ‘cause you’re hot,” I tell him.

“What can I do ya for?” the bartender asks.

My eyes linger on the smokey eyeshadow around her hazel eyes, the long lashes that are probably extensions before falling to her lips. Lip piercings are so hot.

“Sex on the Beach and a Screaming Orgasm, please!” I order with a wink.

A light chuckle tickles my shoulder—Pacari moving closer to my side. He tilts his head towards me.

The bartender smirks back, “Comin’ right up.”

“You know, you only get away with drink orders like that ‘cause you’re hot,” Pacari muses.

I bite the inside of my lip to hide my grin. It’s been so long since I’ve gotten to flirt with someone like this. I love it. I don’t care how cheesy it is. He’s cute as fuck, even if he’s being weirdly mysterious. Maybe it’s part of his shtick. I feel like every guy has one nowadays. They don’t trust themselves to just be.

“So which one’s mine?” Pacari asks.

I turn towards him with a small shrug. His eyes drop to my shoulder, travel down the v-neckline of my dress. My breath deepens. Suddenly, I’m extremely aware of the size of my breasts, the curve, the way the light falls on my skin. I feel so incredibly hot and sexy for a moment as he seems transfixed by my body. It’s a feeling I get from dancing—half the reason I love it—but when people find my body as beautiful as I do, it can be addicting.

I lean forward, lift his chin with my index finger until his eyes are on mine. All I want to do as I stare into his green eyes is kiss him.

No, more than that. Much more. I want to wrap myself around him and bounce on his dick right here on top of the bar. Kind of extreme for a first meeting—whoops. I lean in close, almost tempted to at least kiss him this early in the game. Instead, I bypass his face to whisper against his ear.

“I’m trying to figure out which you deserve… or if we should share.”

His breath tickles my neck as he nuzzles against me. I want him to kiss me there, to pull me close. Bite me and claim me now. But good things come to those who wait.

It’s been a point of pride for much of my life how good I am at luring sexy motherfuckers like him into my grasp and making them beg for my fat ass. Just a big ol’ fuck you to the fatphobic asshats out there in the world. And also a big ol’ fuck you to the times my own internalized fatphobia decides to make me feel like shit. I’ve learned the best cure for that is to be ungodly sexy, which isn’t hard when you’ve got a rack and ass like mine—and the moves to really show them off.

The bartender brings our drinks over. Her name tag is decorated with hand drawn comic book accents that read ‘Lydia.’

“Thanks, Lydia!” I call out as she hustles after another customer.

Pacari looks at both drinks patiently, flicking his eyes to me. I grab them both, checking behind me to step backwards, luring him away from the bar. As far as I care, he’s all talk until I can see the way he moves. I made that mistake once—one of my exes hated dancing and it broke my heart. I sway my hips, holding the drinks to either side to really show off my body, delighted with the way the skirt swooshes at my thighs. Pacari looks me up and down.

“C’mon, lover boy. You want a drink, you gotta dance for it.”

He glances down at Slugger, fast asleep at his feet, before stepping cautiously over the puppers so as not to wake him. So gracefully, I barely realize what’s going on, he slides in close, the sway of his hips matching mine. His hands find my waist, and suddenly he’s leading, guiding my steps in a surprisingly complicated pattern to match the sudden change in music to a fast beat. He turns my body so my back is to him. I laugh, shake my ass and roll back my shoulders.

“Alright, not so bad for a guy I found naked on a beach,” I say.

“You’re an amazing dancer,” he says in genuine appreciation, moving with me.

“It’s like it’s my job or something,” I laugh.

“And I get this show for free?”

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