if I couldn’t help it around her. Her sense of fun was contagious.
“Kinda,” I agreed, because it seemed the easiest thing to do. “But I’m early.”
Carly narrowed her eyes at me. “How early?”
I looked at my watch again. “Now? Twenty-five minutes.”
Carly looked around the bar, and waved her hand in the air toward a guy standing in the back of the venue who was leaning against a chair and talking to a patron. “Aaron, I’m leaving. You good?”
He nodded and waved her off. I turned back to her, a quizzical expression on my face. “You just …”
“My shift finished at half past one, silly. I’m not walking out, if that’s what you think. Now let’s go.” She took a tea towel from her back pocket and draped it over a railing, typed in a few buttons on the register and then came around to the front of the bar to meet me. “Come on.” She grabbed my hand, linking her fingers through mine. “This will be fun.”
My brain told me to stay where I was, but I couldn’t hear it over my rapidly thumping heart, which wasn’t sure if it was about to get laid or fall in love. Either way, it wanted in, and my dick was more than keen to come to the party.
Carly led me through a few smaller rooms then one larger area set up for dining, until we pushed through a glass door out the back and reached a grassy knoll, overlooking a muddy, fast-flowing river. She dropped my hand and flopped down onto the grass, staring up at the sky, patting a spot of dirt next to her enticingly. Hell, it was a spot of dirt. The fact that she could even get away with making that look enticing? The woman was an angel.
I lowered myself to the ground and sat next to her, my legs bent at the middle. “So, what are we doing, exactly?”
“We are going on a practise blind date.” Carly nodded sagely. “To set you up for your real one.”
“Oh yeah?” I challenged. “And what makes you the dating expert?”
As soon as I posed the question, I tensed. Why had I asked that?
“I have been dating since I was fourteen.” Carly placed her hands together in a praying fashion. “You should worship at my temple of seven years of dating knowledge.”
There was a whole heap of things I wanted to worship about her, and whatever she was calling it was fine with me. I opened my mouth to try and gain her sage dating advice, but Carly chose that moment to lean up on her elbows, offering me a view straight down her shirt and over her pink, lacy bra. Her thin, pink, lacy bra.
“Something wrong?” She pouted.
“Nothing.” I clamped my jaw shut. She moved, and I could see the faintest hint of darker pink where her nipple would be. Nothing wrong at all.
“Okay, so … hi. I’m Carly.” She extended her hand. Now that she was speaking again, and with direction, I could stop trying to check her out like some sick pervert. She was single. I’ve got this. Be cool, Lee, be cool.
“Hi. I’m Lee.” I took her hand in mine and gave it a gentle shake. Her skin was cold to the touch, and smooth, like silk.
“No, you need to be more assertive with your shake.” Carly shook her head, still not letting go of my hand. “Like this.” She gave a firm pump and a squeeze.
“That wouldn’t make a girl feel intimidated?” I tilted my head to the side.
“Some of us like to be dominated, Lee.” There was darkness in her eyes, and I stared at the clouds again, trying to imagine her in a variety of unattractive positions. The problem was, even covered in dog shit I think it’d be difficult to find this woman anything less than sexy. I mean, I could always make her take a shower, right?
I swallowed. Images of her wet and soapy were not helping with my focus.
“So, Lee.” Carly broke my thoughts, and I snapped my attention back to her. “Tell me something that not many people know about you.”
I racked my brain for a suitable answer, something cool, something that would impress this incredibly attractive woman who was lying
“Kinda,” I agreed, because it seemed the easiest thing to do. “But I’m early.”
Carly narrowed her eyes at me. “How early?”
I looked at my watch again. “Now? Twenty-five minutes.”
Carly looked around the bar, and waved her hand in the air toward a guy standing in the back of the venue who was leaning against a chair and talking to a patron. “Aaron, I’m leaving. You good?”
He nodded and waved her off. I turned back to her, a quizzical expression on my face. “You just …”
“My shift finished at half past one, silly. I’m not walking out, if that’s what you think. Now let’s go.” She took a tea towel from her back pocket and draped it over a railing, typed in a few buttons on the register and then came around to the front of the bar to meet me. “Come on.” She grabbed my hand, linking her fingers through mine. “This will be fun.”
My brain told me to stay where I was, but I couldn’t hear it over my rapidly thumping heart, which wasn’t sure if it was about to get laid or fall in love. Either way, it wanted in, and my dick was more than keen to come to the party.
Carly led me through a few smaller rooms then one larger area set up for dining, until we pushed through a glass door out the back and reached a grassy knoll, overlooking a muddy, fast-flowing river. She dropped my hand and flopped down onto the grass, staring up at the sky, patting a spot of dirt next to her enticingly. Hell, it was a spot of dirt. The fact that she could even get away with making that look enticing? The woman was an angel.
I lowered myself to the ground and sat next to her, my legs bent at the middle. “So, what are we doing, exactly?”
“We are going on a practise blind date.” Carly nodded sagely. “To set you up for your real one.”
“Oh yeah?” I challenged. “And what makes you the dating expert?”
As soon as I posed the question, I tensed. Why had I asked that?
“I have been dating since I was fourteen.” Carly placed her hands together in a praying fashion. “You should worship at my temple of seven years of dating knowledge.”
There was a whole heap of things I wanted to worship about her, and whatever she was calling it was fine with me. I opened my mouth to try and gain her sage dating advice, but Carly chose that moment to lean up on her elbows, offering me a view straight down her shirt and over her pink, lacy bra. Her thin, pink, lacy bra.
“Something wrong?” She pouted.
“Nothing.” I clamped my jaw shut. She moved, and I could see the faintest hint of darker pink where her nipple would be. Nothing wrong at all.
“Okay, so … hi. I’m Carly.” She extended her hand. Now that she was speaking again, and with direction, I could stop trying to check her out like some sick pervert. She was single. I’ve got this. Be cool, Lee, be cool.
“Hi. I’m Lee.” I took her hand in mine and gave it a gentle shake. Her skin was cold to the touch, and smooth, like silk.
“No, you need to be more assertive with your shake.” Carly shook her head, still not letting go of my hand. “Like this.” She gave a firm pump and a squeeze.
“That wouldn’t make a girl feel intimidated?” I tilted my head to the side.
“Some of us like to be dominated, Lee.” There was darkness in her eyes, and I stared at the clouds again, trying to imagine her in a variety of unattractive positions. The problem was, even covered in dog shit I think it’d be difficult to find this woman anything less than sexy. I mean, I could always make her take a shower, right?
I swallowed. Images of her wet and soapy were not helping with my focus.
“So, Lee.” Carly broke my thoughts, and I snapped my attention back to her. “Tell me something that not many people know about you.”
I racked my brain for a suitable answer, something cool, something that would impress this incredibly attractive woman who was lying
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