him.” Felix smiled mischievously.
“You don’t say,” he said in a pretend unexcited tone.
“I do say, Mr. De Soto.” Felix matched his droll voice.
Lucy knew there was more than a possibility that Antonio would be at the party. And that there was a chance he would be there with Monica. Why not? They’d gone out and obviously expressed interest in each other. Monica flitting around in her dangerously short little black dress was the perfect accompaniment to the visiting Dominican stud that half the women in town were drooling over.
Blake’s invitation came at the right time. It seemed that just when she was about to give in and ponder the fact that she almost slept with Antonio, Blake would be right there to distract her. And she had no energy and no interest in solitary self-pity to turn him down. Blake may not have been smoking hot, but he did have intellect, strategically styled bed head, and a goofy sense of humor.
Determined to minimize the discomfort she might feel this evening, Lucy devised a plan to stay away from Antonio De Soto and his sex kitten date. As Blake faded away to commiserate with some writer friends, Lucy found herself circling the world’s biggest papier-mâché bull that was painted red and purple.
Each time she circled, she drifted farther away in her mind. Flashes of her and Antonio in bed flooded her senses. For a moment she could feel his warm breath on her neck, making her skin pulsate.
She stopped in her tracks. Even her total recall didn’t evoke such a strong reaction. She turned to find Antonio standing right behind her.
Antonio moved in a little closer to her and murmured, “What exactly is it about this bull that you find so enchanting?”
“Actually he reminds me a little bit of you,” she bit back.
“Is that why you have goose bumps on your arms?” He smirked.
Lucy glared at him. “I sensed you were here and started to get sick.”
“Liar. You’ve been looking for me since you got here.”
“Have not,” she said defiantly.
“Your eyes may not have been looking for me, but there was another body part that had its antenna up.”
“You’re such a jerk. Just because I made the mistake of almost sleeping with you once doesn’t mean I burn an eternal flame for you.” She stepped closer and put her hands on her hips.
“I am sure you are not likely to forget what we did, and I bet you’ve wanted to do it again,” Antonio cooed.
Before she knew it Lucy had turned twelve different shades of red. She couldn’t look him in the eyes.
“Lucy,” Antonio said in a soft, melodic tone.
“Leave me alone,” she said quietly.
“I did not say that to embarrass you. It’s more me bragging than trying to embarrass you. I wasn’t expecting you to be so passionate that night. And I loved the way you responded to me.”
“Yeah, well, I guess it’s Monica’s turn now. I have a feeling you won’t need any props with her.”
“Monica and I haven’t slept together.”
“But you will tonight. Won’t you? She’s charged up like a battery and the two of you have this…chemistry with one another. It’s clear the two of you were meant to be together.” Lucy managed a slight smile and tried to walk away, but Antonio grabbed her hand.
“And I suppose you were meant to be with Patches?” Antonio motioned over to Blake. “He may be a good writer, but Blake has the personality of a pancake.”
“Leave him alone,” she snipped.
“No, Lucy, I think you should leave him alone,” Antonio scoffed.
“I like him. He’s nice, attentive, funny, and doesn’t spend his time calculating who he can get into bed. He bought me flowers and took me on dates and still hasn’t tried to sleep with me. We’ve been out together four times and he hasn’t even made one creepy move.”
“That’s because guys like Blake are more ‘six or seven date, make a move’ type of guy. You can be sure he goes to sleep clutching his dick in his hands like any
“You don’t say,” he said in a pretend unexcited tone.
“I do say, Mr. De Soto.” Felix matched his droll voice.
Lucy knew there was more than a possibility that Antonio would be at the party. And that there was a chance he would be there with Monica. Why not? They’d gone out and obviously expressed interest in each other. Monica flitting around in her dangerously short little black dress was the perfect accompaniment to the visiting Dominican stud that half the women in town were drooling over.
Blake’s invitation came at the right time. It seemed that just when she was about to give in and ponder the fact that she almost slept with Antonio, Blake would be right there to distract her. And she had no energy and no interest in solitary self-pity to turn him down. Blake may not have been smoking hot, but he did have intellect, strategically styled bed head, and a goofy sense of humor.
Determined to minimize the discomfort she might feel this evening, Lucy devised a plan to stay away from Antonio De Soto and his sex kitten date. As Blake faded away to commiserate with some writer friends, Lucy found herself circling the world’s biggest papier-mâché bull that was painted red and purple.
Each time she circled, she drifted farther away in her mind. Flashes of her and Antonio in bed flooded her senses. For a moment she could feel his warm breath on her neck, making her skin pulsate.
She stopped in her tracks. Even her total recall didn’t evoke such a strong reaction. She turned to find Antonio standing right behind her.
Antonio moved in a little closer to her and murmured, “What exactly is it about this bull that you find so enchanting?”
“Actually he reminds me a little bit of you,” she bit back.
“Is that why you have goose bumps on your arms?” He smirked.
Lucy glared at him. “I sensed you were here and started to get sick.”
“Liar. You’ve been looking for me since you got here.”
“Have not,” she said defiantly.
“Your eyes may not have been looking for me, but there was another body part that had its antenna up.”
“You’re such a jerk. Just because I made the mistake of almost sleeping with you once doesn’t mean I burn an eternal flame for you.” She stepped closer and put her hands on her hips.
“I am sure you are not likely to forget what we did, and I bet you’ve wanted to do it again,” Antonio cooed.
Before she knew it Lucy had turned twelve different shades of red. She couldn’t look him in the eyes.
“Lucy,” Antonio said in a soft, melodic tone.
“Leave me alone,” she said quietly.
“I did not say that to embarrass you. It’s more me bragging than trying to embarrass you. I wasn’t expecting you to be so passionate that night. And I loved the way you responded to me.”
“Yeah, well, I guess it’s Monica’s turn now. I have a feeling you won’t need any props with her.”
“Monica and I haven’t slept together.”
“But you will tonight. Won’t you? She’s charged up like a battery and the two of you have this…chemistry with one another. It’s clear the two of you were meant to be together.” Lucy managed a slight smile and tried to walk away, but Antonio grabbed her hand.
“And I suppose you were meant to be with Patches?” Antonio motioned over to Blake. “He may be a good writer, but Blake has the personality of a pancake.”
“Leave him alone,” she snipped.
“No, Lucy, I think you should leave him alone,” Antonio scoffed.
“I like him. He’s nice, attentive, funny, and doesn’t spend his time calculating who he can get into bed. He bought me flowers and took me on dates and still hasn’t tried to sleep with me. We’ve been out together four times and he hasn’t even made one creepy move.”
“That’s because guys like Blake are more ‘six or seven date, make a move’ type of guy. You can be sure he goes to sleep clutching his dick in his hands like any
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