Page 4 of Falling for My Son's Best Friend

The alpha male smiled at me once more, his eyes knowing.

“That’s the thing baby girl,” he said, voice low. “The best hookers aren’t usually porn stars or obvious street walkers. The highest paid ones are the ones who are normal women, who give a good girlfriend experience. Do you know that term?”

And I shook my head. This was all new to me, I never would have picked that woman out as a hooker, not in a million years.

“No, what’s that?” I breathed.

The big man smiled at me knowingly.

“The best hookers offer something called ‘the girlfriend experience’ for lonely guys. It goes way beyond sex, it’s all about making the guy comfortable, making him feel like he’s on top of the world, like he’s got an adoring girlfriend.”

My cheeks flamed.

“Oh my god, I never would have guessed,” I murmured. “Girlfriend experience,” I said, rolling the words over my tongue. “Oh my god.”

The big man took my small hand in his then, his fingers swallowing my palm, so safe, so warm, encasing me fully.

“You’ve never heard of any of this?” he questioned gently, giving me a squeeze, blue eyes intense. “None of it?”

And I colored a little, praying that the darkness hid my embarrassment.

“No never,” I murmured, looking down a little shy. “I’ve been divorced for a while, and I guess the world’s kind of left me behind, rolled away when I wasn’t looking. I’m been a little out of it.”

“Well, if you like, I’m more than happy to show you,” he rumbled, eyebrows raised, blue eyes inviting.

I looked up sharply then, breath coming quick. Was he …? Was the big man really propositioning me, right here, in the middle of a crowded bar? I’d only met him ten minutes ago, it was so wild, so crazy and yet so tempting. Because god, Trent was sexy, commanding, confident, his big frame looming over mine, a knowing smile on his lips.

So I stuttered a bit, unsure what to say. “Um,” I murmured, stalling for time. Suddenly, however, Ang’s words rang out in my head.

“Let yourself go,” her voice chimed, “Sheesh Marie, you’ve been so down and depressed for five years, let yourself have some fun, it’ll be good for you,” came the words of my friend, clear as a bell.

And just like that, I tossed caution to the winds. Taking a deep breath, I straightened my shoulders and looked Trent in the eye, chin up, brown meeting blue.

“Yes, I’d like that,” I said quietly, sure of myself, nervous yet excited, heart beating wildly in my chest. “Yes, I’d like it.”

And the big man rumbled in his chest, hand still warm over mine.

“Then let’s get out of here, yeah?” he asked. “Let’s get out of here and somewhere nice.”

And as heat surged through my curvy form, I followed him out of the bar, the alpha with my hand in his, leading the way, so sure, so confident. Was this really happening? Was I going to have a one-night stand with a stranger, one so devastatingly sexy, so handsome that my legs felt weak even thinking about it, body warm? And as we stepped into the elevator, my heart beat even faster because I looked into those blue eyes again and knew it was right. This was exactly what I needed to let the new Marie out, and I couldn’t wait for the alpha to take me. I was his … for tonight, at least.

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