Page 3 of Sweetest Temptation
It had to be the alcohol playing with my mind because this man had me intrigued.
I caught myself staring, and I quickly looked away, but there’s no escaping it. His scent hit me with warm notes of cedar and something richer—something spicy and comforting that makes my senses overload. I swear I can taste it in the air.
My mouth went dry. He looked so damn intoxicating, I almost forgot to breathe.
“Sorry to bother you, gorgeous. But I couldn’t help but notice you from across the room. If a man has you crying that much, he ain’t even worth it, beloved.”
His voice was deep, smooth, and alluring. He ran his tongue across his bottom lip, and I swear, I wanted to lick it too.
“Are you some kind of creep? Why are you watching me? And who says it’s a man?” I rolled my eyes, picking up the napkin to wipe my face.
I was a bit embarrassed, sitting here like a sad puppy, crying. At a crowded bar, no less. I must have looked like a fool.
“My fault, love. I just assumed. If so, you are way too sexy to be shedding tears over a man who didn’t value you.” He shrugged his broad shoulders.
I watched as he flicked his wrist, waving over the bartender. As he ordered his drink, my eyes traveled from the tips of his perfectly tailored suit, all the way up to his dark eyes that seemed to pierce straight through me as if he could read my thoughts in a glance. His gaze was intense, magnetic, and damn if it didn’t make me feel like the only woman in the room.
“Who said it was him who hurt me? It could be the other way around.”
“Nah… That’s not it. I can tell a good woman when I see one.” He licked both lips this time before staring down at my hand, where my ring once was. I tossed it across my room before leaving my house. But the mark it left behind wasn’t hard to miss. “I’m guessing that nigga fucked up.”
“That’s none of your business. The sign on the door says, ‘Drink in peace.’ Can I do that?” I rolled my eyes again, annoyed, but not from his words. It was the strong attraction that I felt to this handsome stranger.
“You can… I just saw a beautiful woman who looked like she could use a friend, is all. You know what they say…”
“And what’s that?” I looked over at him with raised brows. At least I think I raised my eyebrows. The alcohol had started to take effect, and my words were slurred as my face no longer had feeling.
“Strangers make better listeners.” He smiled, and those dark eyes looked mysterious, almost scary even.
I scuffed and clicked my teeth. “You think because you're fine, I’m going to just pour my heart out to you? I think not.”
“Well, we already established that you think a nigga fine. I’m just trying to lend a listening ear.” He smirked, and my pussy thumped when I noticed he had dimples.
“Cocky is your best trope, I see.”
“Boys are cocky, love. I’m a real man. Can we start over? I'm Sire. And you are?” Mr. Sexy held his hand out to me, and I noticed the beautiful artwork covering his hand and up his wrist.
“Kim.” I lied with the quickness, but I didn’t shake his hand. I was afraid he might feel how nervous I was.
I called the bartender over and ordered another shot. I knew I was over my limit, but so what! I just want to drown my sorrows and forget about today.
“Mm… Sire and Kim. Got a nice ring to it. I know that’s not your name, though, but it’s cool, shorty.” He chuckled.
“Look. What do you want? Some ass? If so, we can help each other out being that I want some dick. Even exchange.” I was blunt. “Can you help me with that? If not, move around.” I waved him off, dropping my eyes to my empty shot glass.
I was serious as hell. I wanted something to help take this pain I was feeling away. Nyala and everyone else thought I was thisgood girl. That’s probably why my husband cheated on me multiple times. Maybe I wasn’t freaky enough in the bedroom, or maybe I just didn’t satisfy him anymore. Whatever it was, it was obvious that I wasn’t enough.
“Damn! It’s like that, ma? Shit, if so, I’m ready and willing to help you with that. But are you sure that’s not the alcohol talking? You don’t seem like the type to?—”
“I said it, didn’t I?” I slid off the barstool.
His body shifted, and suddenly I was standing between his legs. My pulse jumped. I couldn’t believe I was doing this. The boldness not only scared me, but it thrilled me too.
Damn, he smells good, all spice and danger.
“So, all I want to hear out of your mouth next is, ‘Your place or a hotel?’ However, it doesn’t matter. All I want is a release.” My hand trailed down his chest as I met his eyes. The heat therewas unmistakable, but so was the hesitation. He wanted me badly, but he was fighting it.
That kind of turned me on. It let me know that he was at least a gentleman, and I hoped not a killer.
