Page 39 of Lying Hearts

Chapter Twenty-Three

Annie

Would screaming, YES…be bad?

“Is that so?” I say, trying to understand how my arm feels like he touched it when he actually didn’t.

He stares at my lips. I can tell by everything he does that he knows how to make a woman scream. All I want to do is walk around that Penthouse wearing nothing but a smile.

“It is so. I go after what I want.”

I say quietly, “And what you want is me.”

“Yes.”

My heart crashes out of my body and lands on an alien’s head somewhere on Pluto. But I have waited this long... I think I should make him wait a few nights. Make him take me to a movie first or something. Men are hunters and they chase what they don’t have. Evolution hasn’t driven that out of them yet, and the sooner we women accept it, the happier we’ll be.

I shake my head and as I’m walking away I look over my shoulder. “I’ll see you at two.”

So much for playing hard to get.

“I’ll be right with you,” I tell the poor waiting customer.

Rushing to Barb, I refill her glass and whisper, “Do not act like you’re looking, but what is he doing right now?”

She does a great incognito glance around the room. “He’s putting cash on the bar and getting up to leave. Did you tell him to go?”

“I don’t have that kind of will power.” I snicker. “You want another? Oh wait. I’m already pouring it, aren’t I?”

“Your arms are covered in goose bumps.”

“Oh!” I give them a good rub and look up just as he’s about to walk out the front door. He throws me a little smile, a wave, and disappears. Oh. My. God.

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