Page 13 of Intoxicated
“I’d really love to continue our conversation and drink a little more wine,” I make sure to say this with a seductive smile that keeps him reassured that I’m stillveryinterested in him and not about to ghost. In fact, how about I slide my hand over his on the table. Maybe I’ll rub my fingertip against his knuckle, knowing there’s a nerve traveling right to his cock. I’ll bite my red lip and tuck my hair behind my ear, as if to say,“I really wanted to suck your dick, Drew, but I’m afraid I must dash. My grandmother is on her death bed. See? A good excuse.”“But I have an obligation this evening I must get ready for. Shall we meet again soon, or…?”
The ball’s in your court, buddy.
He cocks an assured smile. He does not pull his hand out from beneath mine. “So happens I have other plans this evening as well. You’ve done me a favor by breaking that ice. Was spending that whole time you were in the bathroom wondering how I’d tell you I can’t take you home with me tonight.”
Uh huh. Sure. “Then again, since you live in Seattle, it might be a while before we can meet again.” Should he invite me up to Seattle? He really should. I’m a pro at Amtrak.
“I have a place here as well. I think I told you that.” Drew’s teeth are so white that he reallyshouldgive me the number to his dentist. “It’s a lot smaller and not as impressive as my Seattle abode, no, but it’s cozy.”
“I’m sure it is. I should like to see it next time.” I stand again, this time with the finality that screams I’m heading home. “You have my number. Let me know what works for you, and… well, maybe we’ll see where it goes from there, shall we?”
I don’t give him time to answer. I do, however, give him ample time to gaze after me as I saunter out of the building. If I’m not giving himself something to fantasize about when he touches himself later, then all of this was for naught.
Since, well… have you seen him? I know what I’m thinking about later. Let this be a mutual exchange of the sexually perverted minds.
I have a lot of other things to think about, however. Drew Benton remains an unknown-enough quantity that I must seriously consider what I’m getting myself into. He could be a fun fling or my worst nightmare. I don’t hold out for love. Not with a guy like that.Definitelynot a man like Drew.
One of the key decisions I must make is solidified when I get a text from Drew later in the evening. I’m fresh from the bath, patting dry some of my hair as I lounge across my bed and pick up my phone. I’m treated to an address that Google Mapsreallywants me to open. I don’t bother. The cue that he lives on the riverfront is right there in what street he calls his. I’ve had plenty of lovers and sugar daddies who live down on the South Waterfront. Drew probably lives in the same building as one of my exes.
Gee, hope I don’t bump into any!
“Wednesday evening. Let me cook dinner for you. My place. You tell me the time.”
It’s timestamped twenty minutes ago. Do you know what I was doing in the bathtub twenty minutes ago? I know you weren’t there, but I’ll tell you, anyway.
Oh, shoot. You’ve guessed it, haven’t you? Suppose I’ll save us both the embarrassment of confessing I was giving myself a nice, easy orgasm to thoughts of Drew’s stubble and those little hairs poking out of his shirt.
Shit. This really is dangerous. Being so attracted to a guy means I might lose focus of what’s most important. That’s it. I’m calling in the big guns to help me figure out, once and for all, what it is I’ll want from Drew Benton.
Instead of texting, I call one of my many contacts who is worth every dollar she charges.
“You’ve reached Moore Investigations,” says the recorded voice message.“We’re not in the office right now, but please leave your name and number so we can return your call the next time we’re in. Thank you.”
I wait for the beep.
“Hello, Stella.” My purr isn’t only effective on men. It works on women, too, and Stella is the kind of bubbly professional who responds to a hot woman purring in her direction. I may not be her butchy girlfriend, but I’msultry.I can play those cards on almost anyone with a pulse. “It’s Cher. I’ve got someone I really need you to look into for me. I need results by Wednesday. I’ll pay the rush fee.”
I’ll wait for her to call me back before giving her the name. Hell, I might pop into her office tomorrow morning. It’s up in Slabtown. At this time of year, it’s a lovely walk, and I reallydolove my walks.
Not as much as I love thinking about Drew right now, though. To the point that I’m lying on my back and running my hand down my torso again, imagining how hard a guy like that can give it to a girl.
My imagination is so active that my eyes glaze over and I’m fishing for the first vibrator I can find in my nightstand.
I’d like some privacy now, thank you!
