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up giving everyone an eyeful of her ass in thong panties, tonight she didn’t mind. She could play the tease for a while. Maybe these thigh-high boots enacted some sort of change in her personality or maybe Melia’s harping had finally gotten to her. Or maybe Slim had brought out this sexy, flirty Hannah in her. Or some doppelganger had taken hold of her body. She surveyed the dance floor to pick out a partner whose steps she could follow and who wouldn’t try to follow her home.
The man who had yelled at the bartender appeared in front of her, blocking her view. “Hey, no fair, keeping the barman all to yourself. You have a definite advantage over the rest of mankind.” He gave her body an appraisal worthy of a Tiffany’s jeweler wearing a loupe.
She met his glance with her own. This hunk was more than a foot taller than she, although her boots had three-inch heels. His arms rivaled Robert Irvine’s and his smile should be in toothpaste and Gentlemen’s Quarterly ads.
“Care to hit the floor with a guy who has a few moves and who promises not to step on your feet?
After a very short hesitation, she left her drink where it was and slipped her hand into his. “Sure, my feet and I will chance it.”
They stayed out there for two dances. The first song had a wild beat, but mercifully it ended shortly after they reached the dance floor. The second song was slow and sultry. Their bodies moved in a rhythm mimicking a slow fuck. If she was thinking it, she was certain he was also. Hannah had never been tempted before, not once since she’d met Bolt, yet tonight she wanted this man whose name she didn’t know. She wanted a cock in her pussy and truth to tell, she wanted one up her ass at the same time. Slim’s stories had released a part of her she hadn’t known existed. Her whole body hummed with need every time she went near the ghost in the mine.
Mr. Hunk guided her back to the bar. Their seats and drinks were gone. “Maybe, if you get his attention, I can order us two fresh drinks.” He smiled down on her.
Hanna appreciated his not trying to rush her out the door and into his apartment. After that dance, she might have considered it. Her only recourse to extricate herself now would be not to become indebted to him for a lousy gin and tonic and to slip away to the restroom and out the door. “I’m good. I think I’ll go look in a mirror and see if I can repair the damage from that heated exchange out on the floor.”
“That last dance was rather stimulating. You look great and don’t need to freshen up, but go and decide if you want to return.”
Hannah’s face heated. He’d seen right through her ploy.
“The name’s Matt. I’ll be right here if you do come back.” He pulled her into him as they had been on the dance floor. She felt his erection and almost decided to stay.
Then a voice in her head whispered, “It’s not him you want. You need me with or without Bolt.” Slim was here watching her. Hannah slipped out of Matt’s arms. She did not go to the restroom. She left the club. Outside, her body cooled in the night air. Slim had saved her from making a huge mistake. Her body cried out for him and for Bolt. She checked her cell. One message—from Melia. Who’s the dreamboat and can I have him?
Hannah texted back, He’s all yours. TTFN
Guilt assailed her as she drove home. She hadn’t acted on the urge, but she’d had one huge yen for that guy, Matt. Her dad’s car was in the garage when she parked, but he was in his home office at his computer with the phone between shoulder and ear when she walked by. He waved but didn’t stop her. She showered and pulled on her favorite sleep tee. With the T.V. low, she surfed through the channels. Nothing interested her and she had left her Kindle downstairs. As she was about to turn out the light, her cell rang. Bolt.
“I missed your text when I was out on the range.”
“Nothing important except I miss you. How come you have reception
The man who had yelled at the bartender appeared in front of her, blocking her view. “Hey, no fair, keeping the barman all to yourself. You have a definite advantage over the rest of mankind.” He gave her body an appraisal worthy of a Tiffany’s jeweler wearing a loupe.
She met his glance with her own. This hunk was more than a foot taller than she, although her boots had three-inch heels. His arms rivaled Robert Irvine’s and his smile should be in toothpaste and Gentlemen’s Quarterly ads.
“Care to hit the floor with a guy who has a few moves and who promises not to step on your feet?
After a very short hesitation, she left her drink where it was and slipped her hand into his. “Sure, my feet and I will chance it.”
They stayed out there for two dances. The first song had a wild beat, but mercifully it ended shortly after they reached the dance floor. The second song was slow and sultry. Their bodies moved in a rhythm mimicking a slow fuck. If she was thinking it, she was certain he was also. Hannah had never been tempted before, not once since she’d met Bolt, yet tonight she wanted this man whose name she didn’t know. She wanted a cock in her pussy and truth to tell, she wanted one up her ass at the same time. Slim’s stories had released a part of her she hadn’t known existed. Her whole body hummed with need every time she went near the ghost in the mine.
Mr. Hunk guided her back to the bar. Their seats and drinks were gone. “Maybe, if you get his attention, I can order us two fresh drinks.” He smiled down on her.
Hanna appreciated his not trying to rush her out the door and into his apartment. After that dance, she might have considered it. Her only recourse to extricate herself now would be not to become indebted to him for a lousy gin and tonic and to slip away to the restroom and out the door. “I’m good. I think I’ll go look in a mirror and see if I can repair the damage from that heated exchange out on the floor.”
“That last dance was rather stimulating. You look great and don’t need to freshen up, but go and decide if you want to return.”
Hannah’s face heated. He’d seen right through her ploy.
“The name’s Matt. I’ll be right here if you do come back.” He pulled her into him as they had been on the dance floor. She felt his erection and almost decided to stay.
Then a voice in her head whispered, “It’s not him you want. You need me with or without Bolt.” Slim was here watching her. Hannah slipped out of Matt’s arms. She did not go to the restroom. She left the club. Outside, her body cooled in the night air. Slim had saved her from making a huge mistake. Her body cried out for him and for Bolt. She checked her cell. One message—from Melia. Who’s the dreamboat and can I have him?
Hannah texted back, He’s all yours. TTFN
Guilt assailed her as she drove home. She hadn’t acted on the urge, but she’d had one huge yen for that guy, Matt. Her dad’s car was in the garage when she parked, but he was in his home office at his computer with the phone between shoulder and ear when she walked by. He waved but didn’t stop her. She showered and pulled on her favorite sleep tee. With the T.V. low, she surfed through the channels. Nothing interested her and she had left her Kindle downstairs. As she was about to turn out the light, her cell rang. Bolt.
“I missed your text when I was out on the range.”
“Nothing important except I miss you. How come you have reception
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