Page 20 of Alpha Bait

"So then you'll get why I don't want to talk about work anymore."

"Yes," she replied, "screw work. Life should be about --"

"Yacht parties?" I replied.

She laughed.

"Yes," she replied, "you get it."

"I've got a yacht of my own you know. I could take you somewhere -- somewhere magnificent."

She laughed, "Hey Mr. Seersucker, don't get it twisted. There isn't a place in the world you could take me on your yacht that I haven't been on my own."

"Oh?"

"Rich guys don't impress me anymore. You're all the same. I need you to be... more than that."

"Shit, you're out of luck then," I replied.

She laughed again.

"So I'm at least funny?"

"Only a bit."

"Mr. Seersucker?" I asked, "is that what you've been calling me."

"I like the suit. Preppy."

"So you like preppy guys then?"

"Who says I like you?"

"You don't even know my name and you met me on a beach alone."

"Maybe I'm crazy."

"I doubt that."

She leaned in and whispered into my ear, "you don't know me well enough to say that."

I laughed and she did too.

"Listen," I replied, "my house isn't far off..."

"No," she countered, "I'm not going to your place. If we can't do it on this beach, we shouldn't be doing it period."

"Is that a challenge?"

"No!"

"Too late."

I leaned into her, grasping the small of her back and kissed her gently. I pulled away for a moment, gauging her response. The moment my lips left hers, she reached for my face and grabbed my cheeks, pulling me in again. Her kisses sent a hot rush of blood right down my spine. Her full lips taunted mine as she pressed against mine a few more times then pulled away.

"You still don't know my name," I whispered.

"Isn't it much much hotter that way?"

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