Page 23 of Spiralling Skywards
She was funny,intelligent, and interesting. She had the prettiest blue eyes and the palest complexion that flushed sexily the more she drank.
And that dimple. Don’t even get me started on that dimple.
I was fucked.
I was mesmerised and captivated by this short curvy English girl, and I couldn’t take my eyes off her. I’d been breaking my neck to use the bathroom for the past hour, but I didn’t wanna miss a single second with her. I felt like we’d only just ordered when we were presented with the bill.
“What are you doing?” I asked, when she twisted in her seat and reached for her bag.
She sat back in her chair and looked at me with glassy eyes. She’d had a couple of cocktails to start the night and we’d polished off two bottles of wine with dinner. That was a lot of alcohol for a small person like Sarah, even I was feeling the effects.
“Twenty-first century, dude. I like to pay my way.” She gave me a slow lopsided smile that went straight to my chest and made it feel strange.
“Well, little Ms Independent, you can put your money away and save it for another time. I don’t know how things work around here, but where I come from, when a bloke asks a girl out to dinner, he pays for the night.”
She rolled her eyes at me. “Well, where you come from needs to get with the times, New South Austria is it?”
New South Austria indeed.
“Is that right?”
“Yep.”
“Well, it’s a good thing I’m an Aussie then andnota New Zealander, a South African, or an Austrian. Even if I were, I’d still be paying, so put ya bloody money away.”
She sighed before leaning forward to put her wallet back in her bag. I could see right down the front of the black satiny top she had on. I shouldn’t have looked, but I couldn’t help myself. I was an Aussie bloke, not a saint.
Her bra was red and her perfect, soft round tits spilled out of it.
I cleared my throat, adjusted the raging hard-on happening in my jocks, and just kept staring.
“Do you have any idea how badly I wanna fuck you right now?”
I shouldn’t have said it aloud. I knew as soon as the words left my lips that I’d taken a misstep. However, thanks to my hard-on and the desperate need to use the bathroom, which I was still trying to ignore, my mouth neglected to engage my brain before coming out with such a crass statement.
Her eyes slowly rose from whatever she was doing with her bag at the same rate as the flush spread from her chest to her neck and up across her cheeks.
Her mouth was slightly parted, and she swallowed before licking her lips.
“Oh, pretty girl, do not look at me like that. Otherwise I’ll be throwing you over my shoulder and taking you straight home to my bed.”
“I-I was just. I have some cash in my purse, I’ll pay for the taxi home.”
“Home? To mine? Is that an offer, Sarah Carter? Would you like me to throw you over my shoulder?”
“No. I mean yes. What I mean is . . .”
“Do you have any clue how hard I am watching your gorgeous skin flush pink? How sexy you sound when you get all flustered?”
I watched the crimson-tinged skin of her throat move as she swallowed. I should’ve shut my mouth then, but I still kept pushing.
“So explain to me, Sarah, how come a gorgeous looking girl like you was free on a Saturday night? I would’ve expected you to have men lining up around the block, waiting to take you out.”
She gave a small smile and a shrug.
“I don’t really date.” She was staring down at the table, refusing to make eye contact with me. I thought it was to hide her blush. I was wrong.
“You don’t date? Just random hook ups then? Are you one of these modern women that likes to keep things casual, is that why you wouldn’t let me pay for dinner?” She didn’t seem that type but I’d just met her, so what did I know?
