Page 7 of Venomous Kiss
“Can’t say I see many men order cocktails. Most hide it by drinking what their wives order.”
“I’m not married,” I inform her.
“Aren’t you the lucky one?” she says with an eye roll, then she returns to her drink. I watch as she lifts it to her pink lips and takes a sip. Her long, slender neck moves as she swallows, and my cock hardens instantly.
The first time I saw her, I thought, What a lonely soul. A beautiful, lonely soul.
She isn’t your typical beauty. She’s the kind that once you have eyes on her, it’s hard to look anywhere else.
Classic.
With a touch of spice.
“Why are you eye fucking me?” she asks as soon as the glass leaves her lips.
Fuck, she’s abrupt. I like it.
“You’re attractive, but I guess you know that already.”
She purses her lips. “Yeah, I do.” She shrugs. “Do you want to fuck me?” There she goes again, straight to the fucking point.
Her words make me smile, and the bartender coughs in front of us as he brings my drink over, watching her. But she pays him no mind, her focus solely on me.
“I wouldn’t be opposed to that,” I tell her, then lift my drink to my lips. She watches me and holds out her hand. I pass her the drink, and she tastes it.
Scrunching up her nose, she hands it back. “Tastes like shit. You know what tastes better?” she asks. I raise a brow, waiting for her to tell me. “My cunt.”
Her words throw me.
Not in shock but appreciation.
Because now I am thinking of all the ways I can feast on her cunt.
I don’t think I have ever met a woman so abrasive and straightforward in my life. It’s intriguing, to say the least.
“I’m sure it does.” She nods and turns back to her drink, pouring herself another glass. “Why are you here?” I ask.
“I like to people-watch. It helps me think clearly, and I need to work out a plan.”
“Do you like to watch people you want to fuck too? Or is scoping out people in bars your specialty?” I ask.
She reaches for her phone, unlocks it, and puts it on the bar in front of me. On the screen is a video of a pool, and in it are two people fucking. After a few moments, she pulls the phone away.
“I guess that’s my answer.” I down the drink and wave for another.
“You really should drink something a bit nicer. I don’t want to taste coffee on you later.”
Later.
Hmm…
“I’ll have an apple crumble,” I tell the bartender.
“What’s in that?” she asks as he starts to make it.
“Fireball, apple juice, and lemonade,” I tell her. “You seem assured I want you.”
“You do. You’ve been watching me for months. But tonight’s the first time you’ve graced me with your presence.”
