slightly. “Oh, Alexa, you’re the only lady I want to give anything hard to at the mo ment.”
Well, he’s definitely not shy or sexually repr essed.
We’re talking pretty quietly, but I still look around to see if anybody else heard him. This conversation has taken an X-rated turn. The couple sitting next to us at the bar are totally engrossed in the beginning stages of a hook-up and seem totally oblivious to anything around them. Nobody else is paying any attention to us either. I look down towards the other end of the bar and catch Luke staring intensely at me. He’s shaking his head. I’m not sure if Julian sees him do it, but I don’t want Luke to come down to where we are. His presence last time caused Julian to walk away, and I don’t want that happening again. I nod and smile at Luke and give him a little wave to say I’ve got this . He scowls at me but doesn’t come closer. I turn my focus back to Julian and take anothe r sip.
“Okay, Julian, I’ll play this game with you.”
“I assure you, corazón , this isn’t a game.”
“Really? You’re not just trying to see how much you can shoc k me?”
That makes him smile. “Well, unless you have a really good poker face, I haven’t shocked you very much yet.”
The truth is I do have a pretty good poker face. I am a little shocked by how “descriptively” he talks to me. I’ve never met a man who is more overtly sexual. It just oozes through his pores. He’s incredibly sexy and confident without being creepy. No doubt he has been perfecting his craft over the years.
I’m doing my best to play it cool because I like how he’s talking to me, and I don’t want him to stop. But I also don’t want him to think I’m “that girl”; the one who makes a habit of picking up men in bars. I don’t want him to think I’m a prude either. I tell myself to get a grip. I can’t believe I’m so concerned with what a guy I don’t even really know thinks about me. How did this happen? I try to play it all off and give him a fake, shy little smile.
“Oh, I’m a little shocked … and kind of scandal ized.”
“Only a little?” Julian shakes his head. “I guess I need to up my game.”
His comment makes me laugh nervously. If he ups his game I’m in serious tr ouble.
I look down at my drink for a moment and swirl my straw. When I look up, Julian is staring so intently at me it sends shivers through my body.
“I thought this wasn’t a game.”
Julian has been leaning up against the bar the whole time we’ve been talking. He straightens up and takes a step backward. I can feel my eyes widen. Wow. It is impossible to miss the erection straining through his jeans, and I can’t help but stare. I bring my straw up to my lips to take a sip. I’m suddenly feeling very hot all over again.
With a tone that is serious rather than cocky he asks, “Still look like I’m playing?” Oh my God, he is sham eless.
I continue to look at his crotch and shake my head. “Nope, looks like the real deal t o me.”
“Oh, Alexa, it’s very real. Let me know if you need any more p roof.”
I’m seriously so flustered right now I don’t know what to say. So, I do the only thing a respectable girl can do in a situation like this. I thank him for my drink, get off the barstool, and turn to walk away. I can feel his eyes on my body, and I hear the laughter under his breath. Damn. Round two definitely goes to Julian in a kno ckout.
This night is playing out similar to last Saturday night. Julian is flirting with me and Julian is turning me on in a major way. I’m running away in a weak attempt to stop myself from doing something stupid. I wonder if he’ll come find me or just watch me from afar like he did last weekend. Something tells me we’ve crossed that imaginary line already and that it’s only a matter of time before something more than dirty talk happens between us. I keep telling myself I don’t want this and that this is a bad, bad idea
Well, he’s definitely not shy or sexually repr essed.
We’re talking pretty quietly, but I still look around to see if anybody else heard him. This conversation has taken an X-rated turn. The couple sitting next to us at the bar are totally engrossed in the beginning stages of a hook-up and seem totally oblivious to anything around them. Nobody else is paying any attention to us either. I look down towards the other end of the bar and catch Luke staring intensely at me. He’s shaking his head. I’m not sure if Julian sees him do it, but I don’t want Luke to come down to where we are. His presence last time caused Julian to walk away, and I don’t want that happening again. I nod and smile at Luke and give him a little wave to say I’ve got this . He scowls at me but doesn’t come closer. I turn my focus back to Julian and take anothe r sip.
“Okay, Julian, I’ll play this game with you.”
“I assure you, corazón , this isn’t a game.”
“Really? You’re not just trying to see how much you can shoc k me?”
That makes him smile. “Well, unless you have a really good poker face, I haven’t shocked you very much yet.”
The truth is I do have a pretty good poker face. I am a little shocked by how “descriptively” he talks to me. I’ve never met a man who is more overtly sexual. It just oozes through his pores. He’s incredibly sexy and confident without being creepy. No doubt he has been perfecting his craft over the years.
I’m doing my best to play it cool because I like how he’s talking to me, and I don’t want him to stop. But I also don’t want him to think I’m “that girl”; the one who makes a habit of picking up men in bars. I don’t want him to think I’m a prude either. I tell myself to get a grip. I can’t believe I’m so concerned with what a guy I don’t even really know thinks about me. How did this happen? I try to play it all off and give him a fake, shy little smile.
“Oh, I’m a little shocked … and kind of scandal ized.”
“Only a little?” Julian shakes his head. “I guess I need to up my game.”
His comment makes me laugh nervously. If he ups his game I’m in serious tr ouble.
I look down at my drink for a moment and swirl my straw. When I look up, Julian is staring so intently at me it sends shivers through my body.
“I thought this wasn’t a game.”
Julian has been leaning up against the bar the whole time we’ve been talking. He straightens up and takes a step backward. I can feel my eyes widen. Wow. It is impossible to miss the erection straining through his jeans, and I can’t help but stare. I bring my straw up to my lips to take a sip. I’m suddenly feeling very hot all over again.
With a tone that is serious rather than cocky he asks, “Still look like I’m playing?” Oh my God, he is sham eless.
I continue to look at his crotch and shake my head. “Nope, looks like the real deal t o me.”
“Oh, Alexa, it’s very real. Let me know if you need any more p roof.”
I’m seriously so flustered right now I don’t know what to say. So, I do the only thing a respectable girl can do in a situation like this. I thank him for my drink, get off the barstool, and turn to walk away. I can feel his eyes on my body, and I hear the laughter under his breath. Damn. Round two definitely goes to Julian in a kno ckout.
This night is playing out similar to last Saturday night. Julian is flirting with me and Julian is turning me on in a major way. I’m running away in a weak attempt to stop myself from doing something stupid. I wonder if he’ll come find me or just watch me from afar like he did last weekend. Something tells me we’ve crossed that imaginary line already and that it’s only a matter of time before something more than dirty talk happens between us. I keep telling myself I don’t want this and that this is a bad, bad idea
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