Page 55 of Tease Me

According to Marjorie, about six tons of alcohol had passed through the lobby today, and I couldn’t wait to taste a few of the wines. I put the ‘back in five minutes’ sign on the counter and strolled into the conference room.Dozens of people milled about, setting up their stalls, unfolding tables, hanging signs, and stacking up rows of plastic cups, and somewere sampling wine.

They were a noisy bunch, and based on their laughter and smiles, they seemed excited about the next couple of days. I strolled from stall to stall, introducing myself, checkingoutthe wine labels, making idle chit-chat, and ensuring the stallholders were all happy with our facilities.

The conference room was set up with threerows ofdisplay tables, and halfway along the middle row, a man caught my eye.He was a beacon, drawing me in like a sex magnet. Slivers of copper reflected in his dark hair that fell across his forehead with just the right amount of bounce. Broad shoulders tapered down to thin hips that moved with a fascinatingly smooth rhythm.

As I pretended to glance from stall to stall, my eyes were continually drawn back to him as he set up the booth around him. A ring on his finger flashed in the light, and it took a few heartbeats before I established that the circular ring of gold was on his right hand.

His eyes were large, almond-shaped, and framed with the longest, darkest lashes I’d ever seen. I imagined he was born from a mix of cultures. Italian, maybe, based on his dark hair, or something exotic like Brazilian. He moved with a confident grace, and the way he fingered the wine bottle captured me in ways that had my kinky insides purring.

He looked in my direction, and the way his eyes devoured me made a hot flush barrel through my insides and burned my cheeks in about three seconds flat. He smiled a gorgeous broad smile that lit up his eyes as much as his face and had my feet firmly planted on the carpet.

He waved, indicating that I should approach. I convinced my feet to move, and I stood before the sexiest winemaker I’d ever met. Actually, he was the only winemaker I’d ever met, but his looks suited his career choice perfectly.

“Good evening.”

“Hi.” I forced my brain to act professionally and scanned his setup. “Is everything to your liking?”

“Yes.” His gaze traveled up my body.“I like everything very much.” His Italian accent madewewonder if my first guess at his bloodline was correct. “Would you like to taste?” He glided his finger along a dark bottle and trailed around a gold circle at the top showing off the award-winning label.

I nodded like a child agreeing to dessert.Red wine and I were not exactly friends, and morethan one glass usually rendered me legless.But how could I resist his delightful request? Drastic measures hadbeen calledfor.

He turned, and I admired the jeans that molded perfectly to his derriere as he bent over to pluck a pair ofrealwine glasses from a box at the back of his booth. I tried to calm my racing heart as he turned back to me with a smile.

“I’m Luca, by the way.”

“Hi, Luca. I’m Jane Nichols, the night manager here.”

He held his hand toward me, and his soft palm enveloped mine. “Lovely to meet you.”

I cleared my throat and blinked.Isheflirting with me?

With expert skill and bulging biceps, Luca guided a corkscrew into the top of the bottle and pulled. The cork released with an elegant pop, and he held the bottle to his nose. With his eyes closed, he inhaled, and the expression on his face was the epitome of concentration as ever so slowly, the edges of his mouth curled withobvioussatisfaction.

“Perfecto.”The word whispered off his lips like an angel’s song.

He poured the wine into the glasses, and I was struck by how deep red it was, like a very ripe pomegranate. Luca swirled one glass around, capturing shades of red in the lights. He held it up, squinting to examine the glass closely, then nodding his approval, he offered it to me.

As I reached for it, he cupped his hand around mine and showed me how to hold the glass properly. “You must caress the glass. Hold it as if it were your lover.”

The blush already burning my cheeks bathed me in lava. Sweat prickled my forehead as he guided my hand in slow, mesmerizing circles that made the wine swirl around the inside of the glass. His body seemed to emit a warm hum that spoke directly to my libido.

“See?The wine. . . itcoats the inside of the glass.It’s a lovely full body. You will see.”

“Hmmm.” Words were my enemy right now.

“That is good.” He nodded with conviction.

As I nodded with him, I feared Imay fall undera hypnotic trance if I watched the swirling winemuch longer.

“Okay.” He let go of my hand, and it was akin to having my womb removed. “Now, we sip.” He picked up hisownglass and drank.

I copied, pouring a generous quantity onto my tongue. It was liquid heaven, and I imagined sitting by a fire with Luca, both of us naked as we savored his delectable nectar.

“And?” He raised his eyebrows and glided his hand from high up on his chest, down over his abs, and let it rest on his non-existent belly. “Do you feel it here?”

I copied him, matching the slow trail of his hand over my own body, and did indeed feel the wine warming my insides. “Yes. It’s wonderful.”

He smiled a truly fabulous smile, and I knew without a shadow of a doubt that Luca would be my next sexual adventure. We sipped the remaining wine in silence, and as I devoured him with my gaze, I was certain he, in turn, was examining me. Every breath he made matched mine. We were already in sync, and I couldn’t wait to continue that journey in the bedroom.

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