little over a year ago.
“But he’s gorgeous. I mean, seriously… if it were me, I’d be in his car heading for his crib already,” Suzie continued, “and he’s still looking at you! Girl, you better snag him up before I beat you to it.”
“Snag away! Tonight I just want to hang out with my girls and enjoy myself, man free…” It was true that I might have been slightly attracted to the man, but that sense of entitled confidence in those determined, focused eyes made me feel unsettled. I had dipped into the pool of sexy, headstrong men before and it only screwed with my life. So, gorgeous or not, I was not about to walk down that road again.
“Don’t listen to Suzie. If you aren’t ready, then take your time,” Diana responded, ignoring Suzie’s deathly glares.
“Well thank God someone understands me.” What would I do without my best friend? I thought to myself.
After a few more drinks, and lots of laughter, I was beyond my limit; and from what I could tell, so were the girls. We gathered our things and headed out of the bar.
“Man, I’m going to have such a headache tomorrow,” Diana, slurred as she tried to hail a cab, swaying slightly.
“You and me both” I responded as I tried to focus my eyes on my cell phone. Closing one eye, I could just make out some emails from work. I should have probably tried to read them right away, but I really did not want to ruin my night.
“I can give you a lift, ma belle ,” the smooth voice said from behind me. The Frenchman…man, he really didn’t know how to take a hint.
It didn’t hurt that his French accent was rich, and thick, and oh so sexy, but no amount of sweet-talking would get him anywhere with me. I was done with men like him. Men who sweet talked you right out of your panties, made you fall in love with them and then broke your heart into a million pieces, leaving you alone and broken. Never again!
“You’re just so sure of yourself aren’t you? I bet the girls you normally hit on can’t wait to get into your car, huh? Well not me, sorry buddy,” I fired back at him, not even bothering to turn around.
I heard him laugh under his breath and that brought a surge of anger through me. “So, you think it’s funny that I’m not falling at your feet? Well, other women might fall all over themselves to get a piece of you, but I will not! I know your type and I’m not interested!”
“I’m sorry if I offended you. It truly was not my intention, but you are absolutely stunning when you’re angry.”
“Really?” I asked turning around to face him. “That’s your big line. Does that actually work on other women? Am I supposed to just fall in love with you right here, right now?” I asked with my hands balled into fists at my sides. I was not going to let another sweet talking playboy take advantage of me.
“It wasn’t a line Mon amour , merely the truth. Can I help it if I find you attractive? I don’t mean to offend you at all.” He stared into my eyes with such conviction that I almost believed him. While my anger at him deflated some, for my own protection I couldn’t afford to believe him. I did not know if I would ever again have it in me to trust another man.
I sighed.
I could not remember the last time a man pursued me with such determination. After breaking up with Adam, I dove headfirst into working and made no time for romance. I needed to heal. Now that I had I was flattered, even though I was disappointed the Frenchman was obviously a playboy…. Just a little! I mean, what woman wouldn’t want to be pursued by such an undeniably sensual man? The way his beautiful eyes darkened with desire each time he looked at me left me feeling weak at the knees and my self-preservation slowly crumbled under the weight of his passionate gaze.
Although I knew I could never trust a man like him, I could not deny that a part of me, now pulsating and tingling between my legs, wondered what it would be like to have sex with such
“But he’s gorgeous. I mean, seriously… if it were me, I’d be in his car heading for his crib already,” Suzie continued, “and he’s still looking at you! Girl, you better snag him up before I beat you to it.”
“Snag away! Tonight I just want to hang out with my girls and enjoy myself, man free…” It was true that I might have been slightly attracted to the man, but that sense of entitled confidence in those determined, focused eyes made me feel unsettled. I had dipped into the pool of sexy, headstrong men before and it only screwed with my life. So, gorgeous or not, I was not about to walk down that road again.
“Don’t listen to Suzie. If you aren’t ready, then take your time,” Diana responded, ignoring Suzie’s deathly glares.
“Well thank God someone understands me.” What would I do without my best friend? I thought to myself.
After a few more drinks, and lots of laughter, I was beyond my limit; and from what I could tell, so were the girls. We gathered our things and headed out of the bar.
“Man, I’m going to have such a headache tomorrow,” Diana, slurred as she tried to hail a cab, swaying slightly.
“You and me both” I responded as I tried to focus my eyes on my cell phone. Closing one eye, I could just make out some emails from work. I should have probably tried to read them right away, but I really did not want to ruin my night.
“I can give you a lift, ma belle ,” the smooth voice said from behind me. The Frenchman…man, he really didn’t know how to take a hint.
It didn’t hurt that his French accent was rich, and thick, and oh so sexy, but no amount of sweet-talking would get him anywhere with me. I was done with men like him. Men who sweet talked you right out of your panties, made you fall in love with them and then broke your heart into a million pieces, leaving you alone and broken. Never again!
“You’re just so sure of yourself aren’t you? I bet the girls you normally hit on can’t wait to get into your car, huh? Well not me, sorry buddy,” I fired back at him, not even bothering to turn around.
I heard him laugh under his breath and that brought a surge of anger through me. “So, you think it’s funny that I’m not falling at your feet? Well, other women might fall all over themselves to get a piece of you, but I will not! I know your type and I’m not interested!”
“I’m sorry if I offended you. It truly was not my intention, but you are absolutely stunning when you’re angry.”
“Really?” I asked turning around to face him. “That’s your big line. Does that actually work on other women? Am I supposed to just fall in love with you right here, right now?” I asked with my hands balled into fists at my sides. I was not going to let another sweet talking playboy take advantage of me.
“It wasn’t a line Mon amour , merely the truth. Can I help it if I find you attractive? I don’t mean to offend you at all.” He stared into my eyes with such conviction that I almost believed him. While my anger at him deflated some, for my own protection I couldn’t afford to believe him. I did not know if I would ever again have it in me to trust another man.
I sighed.
I could not remember the last time a man pursued me with such determination. After breaking up with Adam, I dove headfirst into working and made no time for romance. I needed to heal. Now that I had I was flattered, even though I was disappointed the Frenchman was obviously a playboy…. Just a little! I mean, what woman wouldn’t want to be pursued by such an undeniably sensual man? The way his beautiful eyes darkened with desire each time he looked at me left me feeling weak at the knees and my self-preservation slowly crumbled under the weight of his passionate gaze.
Although I knew I could never trust a man like him, I could not deny that a part of me, now pulsating and tingling between my legs, wondered what it would be like to have sex with such
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