right thing to say? I pushed away from the wall and leaned in a little closer, because I hated to shout over the music. Okay, the music wasn’t as loud back here, so it might not only have been that, but I really liked to breathe in the sweet scent of her shampoo. Her hair tickled my cheek when I lowered my head even more to speak into her ear. “It was about time that Mitchell brought you here. He kept you away from this place long enough.”
Her nose brushed the underside of my jaw, giving me a really good feeling in my stomach. “Do you know where he is?”
Sorry, baby, but I can’t tell you that. Looking down, I only saw her perfect, apple-shaped boobs and a waist that begged to be hugged against mine. The bottle of beer in my hand gave me a chance to hold onto something as I fought against the urge to grab what I already had determined was mine. “Nope,” I answered her question then washed away the bitter aftertaste of the lie with a swig of Corona.
Liza had her own bottle of beer and drank when I did, but she looked like it was the nastiest stuff one could have given her. I wondered if she’d gotten it from Tony, but I was pretty sure he made a point at keeping this girl sober.
Our fridge was stocked with things that tasted better than Corona, and I didn’t like the thought of her getting tipsy at my party, anyway. At least no one had given her a glass of the strawberry wine cooler. That stuff would have knocked her out of her shoes.
With her wrist in my hand, I pulled her away from the hall and into the kitchen to trade her beer for a soda . Touching her actually felt so good, that I couldn’t bring myself to let her go immediately, so I put my bottle on the counter and worked one-handed to pop a can of Sprite for her. Replacing the bottle with the can, I made an effort to gently close her fingers around it.
“You shouldn’t drink beer,” I told her and hoped I didn’t sound like her dad or something . “Especially not in this place.”
Thankfully, she wasn’t pissed at my parenting her. In fact, she looked happy about the new drink and sipped from it while I still held her discarded bottle. I leaned my butt against the counter and crossed my legs at the ankles. “You did really well today,” I offered as an icebreaker for an easier chat.
She swallowed the hook, but she knew I was being polite and not very honest. “I was lousy. And you know it. I still don’t get why you chose me to play in your team.”
Yeah, why ? I gave a nonchalant shrug and drank from her discarded bottle. Jeez, I just had my mouth on the same spot where her lips had touched. It might be childish, but I enjoyed that moment like nothing else before. Then I drawled, “I don’t know. Maybe I just want you there.” My teasing added a spark to her shiny apple eyes. I liked how I could give her a coating of goose bumps with just this tiny bit of truth. “Do a little endurance training every day, and you’ll be a capable player.”
“I guess I’m lacking motivation to do that. I’m like a lame duck at running.”
Is that so ? Hm, what could we do about that? “What you need is a personal trainer.”
The pretty girl in front of me laughed and took a short step back, studying me with disbelieving eyes. “You want the job?”
That was why I suggested it. But I played my cool role to perfection. “Sure, why not? If you promise to show some enthusiasm, I promise to be there.”
She tilted her head and narrowed her eyes a little. I couldn’t blame her for not trusting me just yet. We were only getting acquainted with each other. Liza wasn’t someone you rushed into your bed. She was a gem that you enjoyed marveling at. If you were lucky, you got the chance to touch her delicate surface. A treasure that I’d go any to length to make my own.
Eventually, she said, “Okay, deal.”
Deal? That was a fucking yes to a date. I felt like an idiot from one of Susan Miller’s romance books when my heart actually did
Her nose brushed the underside of my jaw, giving me a really good feeling in my stomach. “Do you know where he is?”
Sorry, baby, but I can’t tell you that. Looking down, I only saw her perfect, apple-shaped boobs and a waist that begged to be hugged against mine. The bottle of beer in my hand gave me a chance to hold onto something as I fought against the urge to grab what I already had determined was mine. “Nope,” I answered her question then washed away the bitter aftertaste of the lie with a swig of Corona.
Liza had her own bottle of beer and drank when I did, but she looked like it was the nastiest stuff one could have given her. I wondered if she’d gotten it from Tony, but I was pretty sure he made a point at keeping this girl sober.
Our fridge was stocked with things that tasted better than Corona, and I didn’t like the thought of her getting tipsy at my party, anyway. At least no one had given her a glass of the strawberry wine cooler. That stuff would have knocked her out of her shoes.
With her wrist in my hand, I pulled her away from the hall and into the kitchen to trade her beer for a soda . Touching her actually felt so good, that I couldn’t bring myself to let her go immediately, so I put my bottle on the counter and worked one-handed to pop a can of Sprite for her. Replacing the bottle with the can, I made an effort to gently close her fingers around it.
“You shouldn’t drink beer,” I told her and hoped I didn’t sound like her dad or something . “Especially not in this place.”
Thankfully, she wasn’t pissed at my parenting her. In fact, she looked happy about the new drink and sipped from it while I still held her discarded bottle. I leaned my butt against the counter and crossed my legs at the ankles. “You did really well today,” I offered as an icebreaker for an easier chat.
She swallowed the hook, but she knew I was being polite and not very honest. “I was lousy. And you know it. I still don’t get why you chose me to play in your team.”
Yeah, why ? I gave a nonchalant shrug and drank from her discarded bottle. Jeez, I just had my mouth on the same spot where her lips had touched. It might be childish, but I enjoyed that moment like nothing else before. Then I drawled, “I don’t know. Maybe I just want you there.” My teasing added a spark to her shiny apple eyes. I liked how I could give her a coating of goose bumps with just this tiny bit of truth. “Do a little endurance training every day, and you’ll be a capable player.”
“I guess I’m lacking motivation to do that. I’m like a lame duck at running.”
Is that so ? Hm, what could we do about that? “What you need is a personal trainer.”
The pretty girl in front of me laughed and took a short step back, studying me with disbelieving eyes. “You want the job?”
That was why I suggested it. But I played my cool role to perfection. “Sure, why not? If you promise to show some enthusiasm, I promise to be there.”
She tilted her head and narrowed her eyes a little. I couldn’t blame her for not trusting me just yet. We were only getting acquainted with each other. Liza wasn’t someone you rushed into your bed. She was a gem that you enjoyed marveling at. If you were lucky, you got the chance to touch her delicate surface. A treasure that I’d go any to length to make my own.
Eventually, she said, “Okay, deal.”
Deal? That was a fucking yes to a date. I felt like an idiot from one of Susan Miller’s romance books when my heart actually did
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