Page 3 of Merry with a Captain

"Well I guess I better check and see if I agree with you all." Robyn laughed and turned in her chair. Her world tilted when she sawhim.

And now, a few minutes later they sat across from each other in their own booth. It was all she could do to not crawl over the table into his arms and let it all start here and now.

“Of all the gin joints…what brings you here?” she asked him, then felt kinda silly saying that.

“You’re an old movie buff?” His smile, oh his smile, she was done for.

“Uhm, yes. I like old movies, and foreign film as well. You?” Her thoughts drifted to them sprawled in tousled sheets, catching their breath after a very satisfying and mind blowing sexual adventure. She shook her head to snap out of the daydream, but she couldn’t chase away the arousal that raced through her. It wasn’t like her to respond so wantonly like this.

“You shook your head, meaning?” The quizzical expression on his face was cute.

“Oh, nothing, I was just thinking about watching movies,” she said, her voice low, and she leaned her elbows on the table.She saw his gaze flicker to her chest, and her blood ran hotter. “So, do you?” she asked him again.

“Do I what?”

“Like old movies?”

“Yeah, and foreign films, and I don’t mind captions either.”

She was going to be impulsive. She was going to take a leap of faith and it probably had something to do with the pre-drinks she had with her friends. But this man was just way tooall thatnot to.

“Do you want to get out of here?” There. She did it, and probably gave him the completely wrong impression of her. She didn’t pick guys up in a bar.

He sat up, surprise on his face. She waited. What was he going to say? Did he think of her as a floozy now? Damn…she had to ride it out now.

His silence stretched out.

Then.

“Ah, yes. But are you sure?” He finally spoke.

The question surprised her. Didn’t guys normally jump all over an invitation like that? He was so damn sexy, gorgeous, and mysterious, surely he got propositioned often. Wait, how did she feel about that? Knowing he probably had many notches on his bedpost. The quick second she thought about it gave her an answer. Nope, didn’t bother her in the least. We all had a past, and I wanted to create one with him.

“Yes, I’m sure. Your place or mine?”

“Either. I’m in a motel just down the road. Got there today,” he told her. “Do you have a preference?”

“We can walk there since we’ve both been drinking.” Suddenly, she was all sensible and shit.

“I’ve only had one beer, and if you trust me enough, I can drive.” He smiled and she melted.

Oh lord.

“Motel, give me a sec to grab my purse and let my posse know.” She hurried over to her friends, burning up with arousal. She’d never felt like this before, and they hadn’t even touched yet.

“What’s going on?”

“Is he a creep? What a shame if he is.”

“He’s not a creep, he’s very nice, and I’m leaving with him,” she told them and reached for her purse.

“Wait, what?!” They shouted in unison and all turned to look at him.

He smiled and rose, walking over to their table. Lord love a duck, his hotness reached right down into her soul, and she heard her friends sigh.

“Hello, ladies, nice to meet you all. I’m Fletch Crockett.”

Her friends were momentarily speechless, which was a rarity.

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