Page 82 of My Promise To Keep

He taps my behind, and I tentatively walk toward the bar.

Quiet, Zoe

Leo

I need to rememberhow different our lives have been.

While I spent the early part, in fact, all of my twenties picking up women for meaningless sex, Zoe spent the first four years married and the next few in mourning. She hasn’t had a lot of the experiences that most women her age have had. I want to give her those.

It may mean a little role-play, but hey, that’s nothing I haven’t done before.

I watch as she walks into the bar and sits on one of the bar stools. The couple who were the object of her attention a few moments ago walk hand in hand toward the elevators, and I can’t help the half-smile I give the guy when he meets my eye.

The bartender takes Zoe’s order, then starts to make her cocktail, and I wait, watching as she is served her drink, and takes a sip before I make my way over.

‘Hi,’ I say, standing next to her and leaning my forearm on the bar. She turns to look up at me and smiles.

‘Hi.’

‘Mind if I sit here?’

She realizes what I’m doing, and I watch as a flicker of amusement gives way to excitement.

‘Um, no, not at all.’

Sitting down, I raise my hand to call the bartender over.

‘Can I get you another one of those?’ I point to Zoe’s glass, and she nods.

‘Yes, please. Thank you.’

‘Hey, can I get a scotch, please, and another of what the lady is drinking?’

The bartender moves away to get the drinks, and I turn my attention back to Zoe.

‘I’m Leo.’ I hold out my hand, and she takes it.

‘Zoe.’

I nod, half-smiling in the way I know she likes.

‘So, Zoe, what brings you to Atlanta tonight?’

She turns on her chair so that she’s fully facing me.

‘Um, I’m just passing through, actually, heading out tomorrow.’ I tip my head, showing her my interest. ‘What about you?’

‘Same. Just passing through.’ The bartender puts down our drinks, and I give our room number to add them to a bill. He must realize it’s the same one Zoe gave as he looks between us,confused, before walking away. ‘So, you just passing through, alone?’

She nods, taking a sip of her drink. ‘I am, you?’

‘Yeah, completely alone.’ I take a sip of my drink but hold her eye contact, then trace my tongue across my bottom lip, watching as her eyes zero in on the movement. Fuck, this is great fucking foreplay, but I need to pick this up a little, give her the full experience. ‘You feel like joining me for something to eat, Zoe? Or maybe we could just,’ I look behind me, getting the lay of the land and internally fist pump when I spot the more private tables and booths in the back of the bar, ‘get a little privacy.’

‘Why would we need privacy?’ she asks, her voice breathy, and I stand, leaning in close to her ear.

‘Because I can see the way you’re pressing your thighs together, and I can’t make you come at the bar.’

The sharp intake of breath goes straight to my dick, and I turn to walk away.

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