â€œYeah, yeah, donâ€™t get your panties in a twist.â€ She yanked open her wallet, extricated her license and handed it over with a slight huff.
Douglas sat her untouched beer out of reach on the back counter and really focused on her little plastic card.
He studied it for a second then looked back up at her in surprise. â€œHey, itâ€™s your birthday? Shit. You should have a cake and balloons and all that. How old are you?â€ He put his head back down to figure it out but she snatched it out of his hand before he could finish putting all the candles needed on her imaginary birthday cake.
â€œThirty-nine with twelve years of added experience, thank you very much.â€ She wasnâ€™texactly ashamed of her age. She tucked her ID back into her wallet.
â€œHuh, then that makes youâ€¦â€ He counted on his fingers, thenran his palm over his bald head. He finally stopped, stared right at her and leaned closeâ€”sending shards of pleasure straight to her pussy. â€œPerfect.â€
Time stood still. She couldnâ€™t glance away. Couldnâ€™t make a glib comment and brush the tension away as if it were a crumb on a table.
When he looked into her eyes she felt seen for the first time in a long time. Maybe the first time ever, which made her breath catch in her throat.
A waitress slid a tray on the bar next to her, calling an order out to Douglas. â€œBoss, I need two Bud Lights, a glass of white zinfandel and a Screaming Orgasm.â€
Laila blinked, staring over at the waitress who surveyed her tables on the other side of the dance floor. She was completely oblivious to the tension and Laila thanked her lucky stars. She took a drink of her beer, trying not to notice Douglas still hadnâ€™t looked away from her.
He finally went about filling the drink orders and she sucked in a lungful of air.
Being beneath himâ€”his gaze, she meantâ€”his intense stare was enough to rattle anyone. She didnâ€™t want to imagine being beneath him in any other way.
A thought of being on her stomach, him buried inside her, pushing in deep with a hand on her throat and his growl in her ear.
Her overactive imagination nearly had her sliding off her stool.
She crossed her thighs a bit tighter beneath her skirt, which sent a shot of pure lust straight to her clit.
He sat the beverages on the waitressâ€™s tray.She lifted it high above her head, calling thanks over her shoulder.
â€œWould you like a Screaming Orgasm?â€ he asked and laughed when her eyes got big. â€œItâ€™s a shot made with vodka, Baileys and Kahlua. Iâ€™ve heard itâ€™s good. You should give it a try.â€
â€œDonâ€™t you know how it tastes?â€
On her last word he looked at her mouth and ran his tongue along his bottom lip. â€œIâ€™m quite familiar with that particular flavor.The ingredients not with-standing.â€
He snared her with his pretty brown eyes and she was positive they werenâ€™t talking about the drink any longer.
â€œSo what brings you to our fine city of Arcadia? Work or pleasure?â€
â€œWork,â€ she answered automatically though pleasure was coming in a close second.
â€œWhat do you do?â€ he asked as he filled more drink orders.
â€œIâ€™m a columnist for a magazine.â€
â€œWhat do you write?â€
â€œLittle of this, little of that.â€ She had no intention of telling him anything else about it so she changed the subject. â€œDo you own this place or do you just moonlight as a bartender to harass the customers?â€
He laughed, not at all put off by her question. â€œIâ€™m one of the owners. Me and a couple of friends bought it last year from some friends of mine. Twin brothers.â€
â€œThe twin brothers are your friends you bought this place with or from?â€
He glanced up at her with what she thought was a gleam of admiration. â€œChris and Jared are the twins we bought this place from. Iâ€™ve been friends with them for years.â€
Laila surveyed the very busy bar. To say it was hopping couldnâ€™t have been more of an understatement. â€œIâ€™d say you were smart for buying or they were stupid to sell. Youâ€™ve got a very nice place here.â€ And sheâ€™d visited quite a few in her several years at her current job. Gums definitely did some flapping once theyâ€™d been loosened up with a fair bit of liquor.
When Douglas didnâ€™t offer anymore information she pried a bit farther. â€œSo why did they sell? Was this place bombing out before and you came in and saved it?â€
He shook his head. â€œNo, it was doing great when they sold it. They have another business and a new woman they wanted to focus on. Canâ€™t say that we blamed them, and it worked out perfect for us. The three of us retired early from the same financial analyst firm and wanted to go into something together.â€
Not women, butwoman.
She couldnâ€™t get her head around the lack of a plural there so she tried to focus on something less prone to make her hump her barstool. â€œAnd who do you own this place with? Silent partners?â€
â€œNah, weâ€™re all pretty hands-on.â€ He raised an eye brow at her and chuckled when her mouth popped open.
She took another sip of her beer, trying to cool off.
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Iâ€™m going to just jump right in and get the easy stuff out of the way up-front. I am a wife, mother and business owner in Texas with very long black hair and a penchant for high heels and pretty outrageous toe nail polish. I have a very supportive family that I love unconditionally and am fortunate enough to genuinely like and respect them as well.
I started reading romance back in college, liked it so-so, and then I found erotica. Stories a bit on the dark side, a lot on the naughty side, and at the risk of sounding cheesy, it felt like coming home. Finding a genre made just for minds like mine was an amazing revelation, and I swear the characters in my head havenâ€™t stopped hounding me since!
Something I always love reading about other authors are the funny quirks and idiosyncrasies that make each of us unique, so I thought Iâ€™d share a few of mine. These are in no particular order and pretty random, so brace yourselvesâ€¦
I am a morning person who doesnâ€™t drink caffeine, and I am definitely a glass-half-full kind of girl. I have an extreme case of being left-hand stupid and am bad at all sports that end in â€œballâ€! Hot weather is my favorite because I’m cold all the time, and I adore lying in the sun. Youâ€™ll find a closed sign hanging off my forehead at 10 p.m. pretty much every night when my brain clocks out. Whatâ€™s weird is I can write â€˜til the wee hours of the morning though. Probably because the characters just shove me aside so they can say their piece.
Ooh, and I never procrastinate! If something needs to be done today, it should have been finished yesterday. I call this fantastic; several people, who shall remain nameless, call it having a bug up my A**â€¦ I think Iâ€™ll stick with fantastic.
I refuse to use a flat sheet to sleep, I love perfume but only one kind, and before I die I want to own flip-flops in every color of the rainbow. And last but not least, the yea or nay on a particular food being deemed good or gross is based off of texture first, taste second.
I hope my writing speaks for itself, and I hope it speaks to you. The fact that I have the opportunity to share a little piece of myself with you absolutely floors me. On a daily basis I am overwhelmed by the good fortune that is my life, and vowed years ago never to take it for granted.
Best advice Iâ€™ve ever been given â€“ find the real you and never settle for anything less! Well guess what? I found her! Lord help the rest of you.