Page 60 of Sweet Poison

I watched him go, dazed by the gorgeous sass of him. I could see the women watching him and I didn’t blame them at all. I was them, only that by some stroke of good fortune, I had met him first, and we had connected. It made me wonder, though, as I turned around to check on the muffins if things would have progressed as they had so far between us if we had met not at the Dead or Alive bar, but here in school.

Maybe not. Here at the school, the setting would have been too proper for us to have come together in such an exciting and incendiary way on the very first meeting, but here then, we would have had the instrument storage closet in the music room.

Wow! Where did that come from?

The thought was crazy, but I had to admit that it was a wonderful one too. I was so busy making insane plans that I was startled when I heard Pearl’s voice close to my ear.

"You sent him to do that?" she asked.

I turned to see what she was talking about and my mouth hung open. He was surrounded by women and had taken his jacket off. He was wearing a tight white t-shirt and over it a freaking apron that looked tiny on him. It should have been ridiculous, but to me, he seemed even more strikingly masculine. The concentration on his face, the way he sat with his strong thighs spread apart ... His huge, wet hands were shaping and molding the clay.

"Holy fuck," Kelly gasped by my side as he dug his hand in the middle to form the pen.

“I’m sure someone just fainted a few feet away,” Pearl said in an awed voice.

"That’s one hell of a man you caught there, Miss Moore," Natalie said.

"Hmmm … I’m not sure I’ll be able to keep him, Nat. Seems I have a lot of competition. Even Tiffany is trying to get her claws into him."

“Ffffftttt,” she dismissed. “He didn’t even invite her into his house. He wants you.”

“I don’t know, Nat. I used Kelly’s techniques, but I’m not her. I’m not experienced enough to keep a man like that.”

“You’re totally wrong,” Kelly said. “Men don’t want women with a high body count. If anything, they’re intimidated by such women. Men are simple creatures, far simpler than women, anyway. They just want a sweet girl who responds to them, falls in love with them, and makes them feel they’re special. Take it from me, I should know what I’m talking about, I claimed the title of slut a very long time ago.”

“You’re not a slut,” I said fiercely.

She laughed. “I’ve slept with more than half the single men in this town so, of course, I am, but I’m cool with that. I wear my slut crown with pride.”

“You should. You have no idea how much Cole loved your blowjob technique.”

Kelly laughed and I turned away from her and looked at Cole at that very moment he lifted his head and stared pointedly at me, and even though it was too far for our eyes to meet, I knew that he was seeking me out. Such a small gesture, but it made me feel absolutely divine.

And it made me want to … fuck him.

Chapter 37

Montana

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4DwEni2N_-A

-you sexy thing-

ME: Do you feel like having sex? Feel free to say no.

I clicked the send button before I could change my mind. I wasn’t sure he would know it was my number because I had called it out to him so fast and there was so much noise around, but even before I’d closed Anya’s file where I found his number, my phone pinged with an answer.

HIM: YES. My place, tonight?

ME: Sorry. Can’t wait that long.

HIM: Name the place and time.

ME: Right now!

HIM: Where are you? (emoji with tongue hanging out)

ME: In the office, but meet me in the storage room. Do you remember where it is?

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