with skill, dazzled me with his charisma, and proceeded to steal my heart right
fell for him the second time.
spoke to my heart with her wit, seduced me with her eyes, and became the only
thing that made sense in a world that made none.
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with boyfriends. They don’t even try to hide it. They want me
to see. They want me to know I can have them if I want them.
of a golden sunset in winter.
offered a fast fuck in the bathroom within fifteen minutes of arriving.
Fantasies may be taking over, but there’s only one woman who catches my
eyes—the demure beauty sitting on the couch.
brain and shoot straight to my dick? Damn, I want her.
No indication that I should have dirty thoughts about those delectable lips.
Absolutely no sign that I could have the pleasure of stroking her bare back
while I take her from behind.
shot in hell of even taking up a minute of her time, much less a night. Nope,
not one clue if I have a chance with this beauty.
than not I win in the end. She won’t be an easy target, but nothing worth
having ever is. I’m determined to find out if her tongue is as seductive as her
about sex and passing time. It’s about spending time with someone who
challenges my mind while turning on my body.
ask, “What’s her name?”
shape at her waist. She’s not built like a girl who doesn’t eat. She’s shaped
like a woman I want to meet. “Yeah.”
“And single. If my girlfriend wasn’t here, I’d be all over that.”
mouth, spikey instead of rolling off the tongue naturally. The name doesn’t fit
off her. “Fuck, they scored again.” My diversion works, and his attention is
back on the big screen.
I’ve caught her looking at me when she thinks I don’t notice. But is
she looking at me the way I’m looking at her?
friend? Did she see me eavesdropping to hear her voice? Did she notice when I
joined a conversation behind her to be closer? Or that I stepped out of the way
of the fridge when she wanted a bottle of water?
when it comes to my looks and, from what I’m told, my personality, attracting
the most attractive. Something tells me I might be rejected by her.
in this environment—a party with a bunch of guys getting drunk while watching
sports and yelling at the TV and girls dragged here by their boyfriends or
convinced by their friends to stop by.
from me, except her. Sexy and smart—speaks right to my heart.
she looks away with a pretty pink coloring her cheeks.
TV. I follow her with my eyes as she gets up and joins a group by the window.
She seems to know the other girl, but not so much the two guys.
o’clock. She’s a model from Romania. Hot as fuck.”
been lately at the office.
anyone. I want to spend time with someone who interests me.”
lately you’re missing what life is really about.”
life really about?”
I don’t care what he wants. He can have shallow, meaningless relationships.
They’re more hassle than they’re worth.
releasing some of the pent-up pressure that’s been expanding lately. “You go
for the model. I’ll go for Dariya.”
couch. “That’s Dariya, man.”
wrong name. “I’ll be back.” I grab two cans and head toward the window. I stop
briefly by the group she was talking to prior, but they’re buried deep into a
conversation about American consumerism. I’m not interested in their philosophical
views on finances. The only thing I’m interested in is the pretty woman sitting
alone outside. The woman excuses herself and I ask, “Hey, you guys know her
She came here with her friend, Melanie, who just left.”
woman with the red lips. Singer. Singer Davis. “Thanks.”
enough to not feel like I’m invading her space, like she’s taken over my
thoughts. I seize the moment and climb out.