Page 10 of Sunkissed Colorado
The real question: would Manny agree?
Russ had a point about my hookup habits. I was always clearabout not wanting anything serious, but plenty of women hoped for another ride on this pony.Who could blame them?That’s why I only hooked up with tourists. They were already in the mood for something fun and temporary.
What better place to pick up vacationing hotties than this very bar, where I spent nearly every night?
But in the name of professionalism, that would have to change. No more hooking up with women I met while at work. I could handle that. Piece of cake.
Next, I would just have to convince Manny I was the guy for the job.
Maybe I could start my no-hooking-up resolution tomorrow.
The most gorgeous woman I’d seen in a while had just walked in the door. Straight dark-brown hair fell down her back to her waist. Her jeans hugged her curves like my truck on a mountain road. And when she settled on a barstool, her eyes landed on me and widened. She glanced away, biting her lip hesitantly.
How was I supposed to resist that?
My smile grew with every step I took closer to her. “Hi, there. What can I get you?”
“I don’t know yet.” There was something in her tone I liked. A mix of challenge and breathlessness, like I’d made her heart rate increase, but she hadn’t decided if that was a good thing.
“Hungry? Thirsty?”
“Just thirsty.”
I passed over a menu. “We’ve got plenty to choose from. Take your time. When you’re ready, just wave and I’ll hurry back.” After adding a wink, simply because I couldn’t resist, I gave her some space.
But I kept her in my peripheral view. Her eyes were huge anddark, and her lips were full. The kind that begged to be kissed. She was the type of stunning that took a guy’s breath away.
And she kept looking over at me, like she was assessing me too. Something I was well familiar with, but it never got old.
Anticipation rose in my stomach like sparks rising from a campfire.
Had I mentioned Ireallyloved sex?
In particular, I loved showing a woman a fantastic time. Making her feel beautiful. Making her moan leading up to that moment when she lost control. But the opening chase, that seductive will-we-or-won’t-we dance, was almost as fun. The next morning, if we felt like a second round, it was like a victory lap before parting ways. Happy memories all around, no drama, no repeats.
Already, my endorphins elevated. I could always swear off meeting women at work tomorrow. If this one was interested, there was no way I’d turn her down.
But first, I had to reel her in.
I made my way back over. “Any decisions yet? If you’d like suggestions, I’m partial to the kolsch.”
“Then I’ll have a vodka soda.”
My grin spread. “You got it.” She was staking her own ground. I could work with that. I took her menu, turning my smile all the way up. “I’m Callum, by the way.”
“I know.”
That response caught me off guard. “You do?”
“Callum O’Neal.” My name sounded sharp in her mouth. Like she was going to use it against me.
Kinky.
“Have we met?” I asked.
Her dark eyes glittered. “You don’t remember me, do you?”
My smile slipped.
