TOGETHER FOR A NIGHT

Red wine wasn't for the faint of heart. I was on my third glass now and already

n I could make out his chiseled jawline, and his furrowed brows. There was a certain melancho

orld was he b

alone intruded into my non-Daniel thoughts. Ever since I'd met Daniel I rarely went to bed alone. I didn't mind the sno

ide. Daniel was probably balls-deep in Anna at this very moment while I sat here f

in as I tried to imagine the kind of

o liked it rough. He was giving off all kinds of domi

t got tiring and my orgasms stopped coming. I needed a man who knew what the hell h

t he lifted his hea

ee

y chest and I licked my lips. His gaze was intense, focused solely

raight nose, and five o' clock shadow was every woman's fa

and of all the times in the world, I had chosen tonight of al

ver drank. I didn't care that I was outright staring at him, because t

ow, and I noticed that even his profile was sexy. He had on a

wn inside I knew it was a physical reaction to the man sitting s

s hands groping my breasts while he pressed his arousal into me. I squeezed my

. I was not the type of woman to fantasize about having sex with a perfect s

s way out of my depth with a man like that. He would eat me up in a h

asn't goi

No one else who made my pulse race faster or caused me to develop a fever in the intimate

do for you?" I knew his name and he knew mine, but he insisted on calling me ma'am, making me feel so m

initely

you, Steven. The service was exception

ecent looking, but he was too soft. Like

t. "Can I get the re

w are you getting home if

as eyeing me. Like I was a germ under a microscope. I squirmed under his all too knowing

, right? You should call somebody." There wa

just

dn't taken a sip of his wine. What was up with the guy? Why come to a bar and not

x. I hadn't realize how horny I'd been all this time until now. It

ble. On my way out I noticed Mr. Mysterious looking at me. His eyes were a deep, captiv

ch. I sensed grief and something more,

nto the crisped cool air of New Orleans. Protect him from what? I did

dead end wall and his car. How was I to get out of there? How had he even squeezed himself in

, stepped on the gas, an

d of breaking plastic caused me to groan into

our tail light,"

looking down at me. Oh no. Not him.