tequila, chasing the taste with a lemon wedge. Some things learned in college stuck with you even better than the education.
Since I decided to live large, I ordered another Dirty Martini. I was most definitely tipsy now, and Joe was looking like dessert. Maybe I would rip his clothes off when he dropped me off. Funny how much more confident I was feeling. Might be the liquor though. I needed to eat something.
I made it back to the table without spilling my drink.
“You were gone a while.” Joe stood up to pull my chair out for me. He’s perfect. Yup. Perfect.
“Sorry. I was talking to my cousin Cindy. She’s Aunt Alice’s daughter. I love her. She made me do some shots. I think I might need to eat something.” Joe was smiling at me like I pleased him somehow. It made me feel good. “You’re really hot, Joe.”
He kissed me on the nose. How adorable is he? “You are too, sweetheart.”
All of the sudden, I couldn’t get the thought of him in my bathroom earlier out of my mind. I wanted my hand wrapped around him. Who am I kidding? I wanted my tongue wrapped around him. I’ll bet he would taste delicious. My hand involuntarily went to his chest and I ran it down to his abs. It had to be the liquor, but holy cow, I wanted to feel this man inside me.
“Joe?”
“Yes?”
I pulled him close r to whisper in his ear. “I’m having dirty thoughts about you, but I think I’m a little buzzed. Even so, can I taste you later?”
I could hear the smile in his voice when he talked to me. I could also hear how his breathing had gone a bit unsteady. “How about we see how dinner and dancing go, and then we’ll explore other options?” He helped me sit down and put my fork in my hand. Suddenly, I was famished. It was like I hadn’t eaten in a year, and I didn’t want vegetables and salad. I wanted that prime rib. Under Joe’s approving gaze, I ate half of my prime rib and all of the cheesy potatoes. If the way he was rubbing my leg under the table was any indication, he wasn’t totally opposed to the tasting suggestion.
Chapter 12
Joe
I’d be totally lying if I didn’t tell you that I liked Faith when she’d had a few drinks. She was fun and a little bit bad. When her sister Marge walked by and made a snide comment about the two empty martini glasses on the table, she looked her right in the eyes and said, “Bite me.”
For the first time in a while, I loved my job. It didn’t even feel like I was on a job. Like her father had said earlier, Faith was a breath of fresh air. Get a few drinks in her, and she forgot to be self-conscious of her body or anything else. She was free.
“Is that all you’re going to eat?” She ate more than I thought she would, but she still had half of her prime rib left and hadn’t touched her shrimp scampi. It’s not like I’m the food police. I just like a woman who eats more than a few lettuce leaves.
“I’m stuffed, Joe. Really. You can have the rest if you want it. I see the way you keep glancing over here.”
That’s funny. She thinks I’ve been looking at her plate. In truth, I’ve been looking down her dress—again. “Nope. Just wanted to know if you were ready to dance.” I stood up and offered her my hand. She took one last swallow of her drink and allowed me to help her up.
The dance floor was crowded with couples stomping their feet, waving their arms , and bumping their hips together in typical wedding celebration style. Every wedding I’ve ever been to plays Celebration, but it’s not a song I get sick of hearing—of course, I wouldn’t admit that out loud.
As we got closer to the floor, the band switched it up, and the first strains of The Way You Look Tonight floated through the air. We walked to the very middle of the dance floor. I twirled her once, and then pulled her into my arms. In my field, it’s important to be a good dancer. I’ve taken private lessons at Arthur Murray’s dance studio, so I’m pretty damn good at
Since I decided to live large, I ordered another Dirty Martini. I was most definitely tipsy now, and Joe was looking like dessert. Maybe I would rip his clothes off when he dropped me off. Funny how much more confident I was feeling. Might be the liquor though. I needed to eat something.
I made it back to the table without spilling my drink.
“You were gone a while.” Joe stood up to pull my chair out for me. He’s perfect. Yup. Perfect.
“Sorry. I was talking to my cousin Cindy. She’s Aunt Alice’s daughter. I love her. She made me do some shots. I think I might need to eat something.” Joe was smiling at me like I pleased him somehow. It made me feel good. “You’re really hot, Joe.”
He kissed me on the nose. How adorable is he? “You are too, sweetheart.”
All of the sudden, I couldn’t get the thought of him in my bathroom earlier out of my mind. I wanted my hand wrapped around him. Who am I kidding? I wanted my tongue wrapped around him. I’ll bet he would taste delicious. My hand involuntarily went to his chest and I ran it down to his abs. It had to be the liquor, but holy cow, I wanted to feel this man inside me.
“Joe?”
“Yes?”
I pulled him close r to whisper in his ear. “I’m having dirty thoughts about you, but I think I’m a little buzzed. Even so, can I taste you later?”
I could hear the smile in his voice when he talked to me. I could also hear how his breathing had gone a bit unsteady. “How about we see how dinner and dancing go, and then we’ll explore other options?” He helped me sit down and put my fork in my hand. Suddenly, I was famished. It was like I hadn’t eaten in a year, and I didn’t want vegetables and salad. I wanted that prime rib. Under Joe’s approving gaze, I ate half of my prime rib and all of the cheesy potatoes. If the way he was rubbing my leg under the table was any indication, he wasn’t totally opposed to the tasting suggestion.
Chapter 12
Joe
I’d be totally lying if I didn’t tell you that I liked Faith when she’d had a few drinks. She was fun and a little bit bad. When her sister Marge walked by and made a snide comment about the two empty martini glasses on the table, she looked her right in the eyes and said, “Bite me.”
For the first time in a while, I loved my job. It didn’t even feel like I was on a job. Like her father had said earlier, Faith was a breath of fresh air. Get a few drinks in her, and she forgot to be self-conscious of her body or anything else. She was free.
“Is that all you’re going to eat?” She ate more than I thought she would, but she still had half of her prime rib left and hadn’t touched her shrimp scampi. It’s not like I’m the food police. I just like a woman who eats more than a few lettuce leaves.
“I’m stuffed, Joe. Really. You can have the rest if you want it. I see the way you keep glancing over here.”
That’s funny. She thinks I’ve been looking at her plate. In truth, I’ve been looking down her dress—again. “Nope. Just wanted to know if you were ready to dance.” I stood up and offered her my hand. She took one last swallow of her drink and allowed me to help her up.
The dance floor was crowded with couples stomping their feet, waving their arms , and bumping their hips together in typical wedding celebration style. Every wedding I’ve ever been to plays Celebration, but it’s not a song I get sick of hearing—of course, I wouldn’t admit that out loud.
As we got closer to the floor, the band switched it up, and the first strains of The Way You Look Tonight floated through the air. We walked to the very middle of the dance floor. I twirled her once, and then pulled her into my arms. In my field, it’s important to be a good dancer. I’ve taken private lessons at Arthur Murray’s dance studio, so I’m pretty damn good at
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