night.
“Pepper. I’m....” If he didn’t already know who she was, she didn’t plan on telling him. No point in giving him false hope. “A friend of Luke.”
“He sure is a popular guy. Considering neither of them have any surviving family, it’s nice that so many of their friends came, especially those from the show he was on for a bit.”
“Yeah, that home improvement show.” Time to test whether he was playing her. “What was it called again?”
He shrugged, his mouth twisting to the side. “I don’t know. I hate to admit it, but I’ve never seen it.”
***
“Really?” She smiled, her eyes sparkling.
No woman had ever looked at him or glanced his way lately without an expression of pity or disdain. And during his recent divorce settlement, his ex-wife wouldn’t even turn his way, as if their five years together meant nothing.
He sucked in a deep breath. “Yes. I just haven’t had the time. Though, I guess I should have watched it with so many people here tonight from the show.”
“Phew.” She stepped forward, adjusting the boutonnière on his lapel. “I’m glad I’m not the only one.”
Blood rushed straight to his cock. He hadn’t come to the wedding to pick up, only to support Rachel and Luke as one of the ushers. But that didn’t stop his libido from craving more. His hand wasn’t cutting it anymore. Besides, the worst possible answer was no. And that would never hurt as much as finding his wife in the pool, fucking the town’s male slut.
He balled his fists, trying to conjure up the courage. “Would you like to get a drink? I think the hotel bar is still open. And we can talk about what other shows we don’t watch.”
God, that sounded so lame. Though he’d never had the need to pick up women in his earlier years. Every girlfriend in his life had asked him out. And that added up to two.
Pepper’s smile widened.
He held his breath, bracing for her rejection.
“Sure, I’d like that. And maybe you can tell me what it’s like to be the bank manager in the small town of Hanton.”
Hallelujah! He dug his fingers into his palms, resisting the urge to fist pump the air. Maybe tonight won’t be a total bust after all.
***
Pepper sipped her martini, gazing into the alluring eyes of Hanton’s bank manager. She knew tonight would lead to a one-night stand, to never see Bill again once he slipped out of her hotel room. But she no longer cared. She couldn’t face spending the night, alone. And for once, a guy hadn’t asked her out based on the character she portrayed.
“So, what kind of hours does a bank manager work?” A lame question, but she wanted to know if he’d be leaving first thing in the morning or if they would have extra time to cuddle. Noticing the lack of a wedding ring, and the hard-on pressing against his zipper, she had no doubt he would join her in her room. But even with a one-night stand, she enjoyed the pillow talk after. If he was into that.
“I used to work nine to five, Monday to Friday. Though lately, I’ve been putting in more hours, plus taking care of Rachel’s clients while her replacement is being trained.”
Something he wasn’t telling her. Another reason for him working later. But that didn’t matter. Tonight would be about their pleasure. Rubbing her hand up his thigh, she squeezed, satisfied when she heard him groan. “Do you get any time off?”
“I...I get Sundays off.”
The hope and desperation in his eyes reflected her own feelings. She refused to let him walk away without having her needs satisfied, and fulfilling his as well.
“We’re closing.” The bartender rubbed his hands in a cloth. “Sorry, but you two are going to have to find someplace else to chat. Breakfast isn’t for another four hours.”
Perfect! Gripping Bill’s tie, she leaned closer. “Why don’t we continue this up in my room? And I’ll buy you breakfast.”
***
Bill gulped, his Adam’s apple riding the length
“Pepper. I’m....” If he didn’t already know who she was, she didn’t plan on telling him. No point in giving him false hope. “A friend of Luke.”
“He sure is a popular guy. Considering neither of them have any surviving family, it’s nice that so many of their friends came, especially those from the show he was on for a bit.”
“Yeah, that home improvement show.” Time to test whether he was playing her. “What was it called again?”
He shrugged, his mouth twisting to the side. “I don’t know. I hate to admit it, but I’ve never seen it.”
***
“Really?” She smiled, her eyes sparkling.
No woman had ever looked at him or glanced his way lately without an expression of pity or disdain. And during his recent divorce settlement, his ex-wife wouldn’t even turn his way, as if their five years together meant nothing.
He sucked in a deep breath. “Yes. I just haven’t had the time. Though, I guess I should have watched it with so many people here tonight from the show.”
“Phew.” She stepped forward, adjusting the boutonnière on his lapel. “I’m glad I’m not the only one.”
Blood rushed straight to his cock. He hadn’t come to the wedding to pick up, only to support Rachel and Luke as one of the ushers. But that didn’t stop his libido from craving more. His hand wasn’t cutting it anymore. Besides, the worst possible answer was no. And that would never hurt as much as finding his wife in the pool, fucking the town’s male slut.
He balled his fists, trying to conjure up the courage. “Would you like to get a drink? I think the hotel bar is still open. And we can talk about what other shows we don’t watch.”
God, that sounded so lame. Though he’d never had the need to pick up women in his earlier years. Every girlfriend in his life had asked him out. And that added up to two.
Pepper’s smile widened.
He held his breath, bracing for her rejection.
“Sure, I’d like that. And maybe you can tell me what it’s like to be the bank manager in the small town of Hanton.”
Hallelujah! He dug his fingers into his palms, resisting the urge to fist pump the air. Maybe tonight won’t be a total bust after all.
***
Pepper sipped her martini, gazing into the alluring eyes of Hanton’s bank manager. She knew tonight would lead to a one-night stand, to never see Bill again once he slipped out of her hotel room. But she no longer cared. She couldn’t face spending the night, alone. And for once, a guy hadn’t asked her out based on the character she portrayed.
“So, what kind of hours does a bank manager work?” A lame question, but she wanted to know if he’d be leaving first thing in the morning or if they would have extra time to cuddle. Noticing the lack of a wedding ring, and the hard-on pressing against his zipper, she had no doubt he would join her in her room. But even with a one-night stand, she enjoyed the pillow talk after. If he was into that.
“I used to work nine to five, Monday to Friday. Though lately, I’ve been putting in more hours, plus taking care of Rachel’s clients while her replacement is being trained.”
Something he wasn’t telling her. Another reason for him working later. But that didn’t matter. Tonight would be about their pleasure. Rubbing her hand up his thigh, she squeezed, satisfied when she heard him groan. “Do you get any time off?”
“I...I get Sundays off.”
The hope and desperation in his eyes reflected her own feelings. She refused to let him walk away without having her needs satisfied, and fulfilling his as well.
“We’re closing.” The bartender rubbed his hands in a cloth. “Sorry, but you two are going to have to find someplace else to chat. Breakfast isn’t for another four hours.”
Perfect! Gripping Bill’s tie, she leaned closer. “Why don’t we continue this up in my room? And I’ll buy you breakfast.”
***
Bill gulped, his Adam’s apple riding the length
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