Paying For It

ME

sen

you give me a moment? I really need to use the restroom." Before I

st have radiated outward and caused her to bolt. I cursed myself for letting it show

*

ME

ing t

alk ... f

. They set me on fire with

be fantast

ncomfortable looking hard-backed chairs. I moved in that direction, bu

o the mattress. She leaned back into the pillows, her dark hair

vision. She was a new

ips. Her seductive entreaty caused a warm rush of desire throughou

to the cashmere blue sweater Sh

Not a

den coolness floated around my midriff. The removal of my sweater had loos

est friend Axel, but I had definition. My hip bones jutted from above t

ed, grabbing the remote from the nightstand. Twirling it in my h

s your act

hand to the other, the red col

Jame

last name

en. It'

you sp

rmed in my hands as I con

you pronounc

e 'thigh' and then

rhythm and landed in my crotch are

hed up the channel changer, her fingers linge

eg

lowly lifting from her indented form. Her sudden

othing. Still as a statue, her silhouette was a relief in beauty. I marveled at the way the night c

ething to eat. I was too nervous..." Her hands fluttered in an intricate dance.

ng up. "Let me get th

sar salad to share. At Vegas's nod, I ordered

sed lips and scowling eyes. I wanted to pay. God knows I had money eno

rew in a breath. "Um, Mr. Jam

iced voice of a person who had long

that." She must have realized I wasn't laughing along and she cleare

the call and put the rec

om her spot on the bed. In her reclining pose, she

the nickname she had given me. No one called me "Jae". It was Jameson (th

ead, I took refuge?in a chair and yes; it was indeed as uncomfortable as it loo

nched chin. "Why don't you lie here?" she said, her

my stomach, and it took only a matter of seconds

my tee, covering up my obvious excit

t wasn't because of the forthcoming chicken wings. I wanted this woman. I?needed?her. At the moment, I d

me woul

mber eyes pierced me and her voice became honeyed. "In the meantim

I was out the door with a mumbled, "Be back in

my overnight bag with my spare shirt and to

e waiting for me,