Platinum blonde, chin length hair with wispy bangs framed her pretty face, and full lips, painted a bright cherry red — his favorite color — smiled at him.
Shocked and speechless, he couldn’t stop his curious gaze from traveling lower, taking in her lipstick red halter-style top that molded to her breasts and provided an eye-catching amount of cleavage. The straps tied together at the nape of her neck, leaving her back completely bare — indicating she wasn’t wearing a bra. The hem of her tight black leather mini-skirt ended mid-thigh, giving him a glimpse of smooth, silky-looking skin he was tempted to touch.
Heated awareness thrummed through him and settled in his groin, and he had to admit it took extreme effort to drag his gaze back up to her face, like a gentleman. But even then, those crimson lips prompted some pretty illicit fantasies that had no business popping into his head. Of that sweet red mouth opening, and that plump bottom lip providing a perfect resting place for his hardening dick.
Laughter and amusement glimmered in her eyes. “What’s the matter? Cat got your tongue?”
He cleared his throat, still trying to process . . . her . “I, uh, just wasn’t expecting company.”
“ Company is an interesting choice of word,” she murmured, the seductive tone of her voice stroking down his spine like a lover’s caress. “Are you looking for company tonight?”
There was no mistaking her meaning, and despite the devil on his shoulder prodding him to say yes , he quickly shook his head, and swirled the last of the amber liquid in his glass “Uh, no, not really. I was just having a drink before I head up to my room for the night.”
She blinked those long lashes at him, and arched a delicate brow. “Alone?”
“Yes, alone,” he said, not sounding nearly as firm as he should have.
“Maybe I could convince you to change your mind about that.” She leaned closer, deliberately placed a hand on his thigh, and squeezed suggestively. “After all, providing company is my business.”
The corner of his mouth quirked upward. “So, you’re a prostitute?”
She laughed, unoffended. “I prefer the term call girl. It’s more discreet and respectable.” She continued stroking his leg, the tips of her fingers coming much too close to the erection growing in his slacks as a result of her touch. “And just to put it out there so you don’t have to ask, my rates are quite reasonable, depending on what you’re interested in.”
The sexual invitation in her voice beckoned to the most basic male part of him, and with effort he lifted his left hand to show her the gold band encircling his finger. “Sorry, but I’m married.”
“I won’t tell if you don’t.” She gave him a deliciously naughty smile. “As a working girl, I subscribe to the motto that what happens in this hotel, stays in this hotel.”
He laughed, and had to give her credit for being so persistent. He knew this distraction was only temporary before reality intruded, but he latched onto it and played along, curious to see where this encounter would lead. “What’s your name?”
“Candy,” she said, the name teeming with innuendo, as she slowly trailed her fingers down her chest toward her ample cleavage. “Because I’m as sweet as sugar . . . everywhere. These, especially, taste like hard cherry candies.”
Jesus . His gaze lowered to the thin material covering her breasts and the puckered nipples she was referring to. His mouth watered in anticipation, and he swallowed hard and reined in the lust burning through his veins. “Okay, Candy ,” he said, his voice much too gravelly as he signaled the bartender back down to his end of the counter, who arrived within a few short seconds. “Tell the man what you’d like to drink.”
She thought for a moment then said very cheekily, “Can you give me a Screaming Orgasm, please?”
The other man’s gaze took in her glossy red lips then shifted to the straining
Shocked and speechless, he couldn’t stop his curious gaze from traveling lower, taking in her lipstick red halter-style top that molded to her breasts and provided an eye-catching amount of cleavage. The straps tied together at the nape of her neck, leaving her back completely bare — indicating she wasn’t wearing a bra. The hem of her tight black leather mini-skirt ended mid-thigh, giving him a glimpse of smooth, silky-looking skin he was tempted to touch.
Heated awareness thrummed through him and settled in his groin, and he had to admit it took extreme effort to drag his gaze back up to her face, like a gentleman. But even then, those crimson lips prompted some pretty illicit fantasies that had no business popping into his head. Of that sweet red mouth opening, and that plump bottom lip providing a perfect resting place for his hardening dick.
Laughter and amusement glimmered in her eyes. “What’s the matter? Cat got your tongue?”
He cleared his throat, still trying to process . . . her . “I, uh, just wasn’t expecting company.”
“ Company is an interesting choice of word,” she murmured, the seductive tone of her voice stroking down his spine like a lover’s caress. “Are you looking for company tonight?”
There was no mistaking her meaning, and despite the devil on his shoulder prodding him to say yes , he quickly shook his head, and swirled the last of the amber liquid in his glass “Uh, no, not really. I was just having a drink before I head up to my room for the night.”
She blinked those long lashes at him, and arched a delicate brow. “Alone?”
“Yes, alone,” he said, not sounding nearly as firm as he should have.
“Maybe I could convince you to change your mind about that.” She leaned closer, deliberately placed a hand on his thigh, and squeezed suggestively. “After all, providing company is my business.”
The corner of his mouth quirked upward. “So, you’re a prostitute?”
She laughed, unoffended. “I prefer the term call girl. It’s more discreet and respectable.” She continued stroking his leg, the tips of her fingers coming much too close to the erection growing in his slacks as a result of her touch. “And just to put it out there so you don’t have to ask, my rates are quite reasonable, depending on what you’re interested in.”
The sexual invitation in her voice beckoned to the most basic male part of him, and with effort he lifted his left hand to show her the gold band encircling his finger. “Sorry, but I’m married.”
“I won’t tell if you don’t.” She gave him a deliciously naughty smile. “As a working girl, I subscribe to the motto that what happens in this hotel, stays in this hotel.”
He laughed, and had to give her credit for being so persistent. He knew this distraction was only temporary before reality intruded, but he latched onto it and played along, curious to see where this encounter would lead. “What’s your name?”
“Candy,” she said, the name teeming with innuendo, as she slowly trailed her fingers down her chest toward her ample cleavage. “Because I’m as sweet as sugar . . . everywhere. These, especially, taste like hard cherry candies.”
Jesus . His gaze lowered to the thin material covering her breasts and the puckered nipples she was referring to. His mouth watered in anticipation, and he swallowed hard and reined in the lust burning through his veins. “Okay, Candy ,” he said, his voice much too gravelly as he signaled the bartender back down to his end of the counter, who arrived within a few short seconds. “Tell the man what you’d like to drink.”
She thought for a moment then said very cheekily, “Can you give me a Screaming Orgasm, please?”
The other man’s gaze took in her glossy red lips then shifted to the straining
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