Page 30 of Seducer

The thought of touching her, guiding her into the diner by placing my hand on her back came naturally to me, but I ignored the desire, doing nothing more than opening the door for her.

We were motioned to a table near the back, far removed from the other customers who’d also been spaced out amongst the tables. Maybe it was believed anyone who entered a diner at three in the morning needed their personal space.

She slunk onto the seat, holding her purse tightly against her for another few seconds. Coffee was immediately poured into two mugs already on the table. I’d prefer a drink, but not here. Not now.

“What would ya’ll like?” our waitress asked in a southern drawl.

“Two cheeseburgers with a hefty plateful of fries and two chocolate malts,” I ordered and my reward was a strong, slightly agitated flick of Wild Kitty’s eyes.

The waitress said nothing, but eyed us carefully. I would think she’d seen all walks of life inside the joint. Maybe I was wrong.

As soon as the woman walked away, Wild Kitty launched into me. “Why do all men feel it absolutely necessary to take over everything for a woman including ordering food? I’ve been on my own for a very long time. I assure you not only have I eaten in cheap diners but five-star restaurants and know my way aroundvarious cuisines as well as wines. Just in case you were thinking I was some hapless girl close to begging for food.”

Normally, such terse words invoked anger that had been drilled into me after years of abuse. With her, the emotions evoked were all about passion, a hunger that burned brightly over everything else. A single vision of fucking her from behind while we stared at each other in the mirror tore at my sense of decency.

She continued to look me directly in the eyes, a rarity. People were often terrified of new experiences or people who were obviously on a different plateau. Whatever apprehension she’d felt before had been tossed out onto the street, her emotions all about indignation.

“I assure you, Wild Kitty, I wouldn’t have dared to order for you had you not mentioned what has to be my favorite food.”

She didn’t blink or move at first, but a nice slow crawl of color forming on her jawline gave away a hint of embarrassment for being so forceful. “You like cheeseburgers?”

“Could live and die eating them. Maybe with some supreme pizzas thrown in.”

The fire remained in her stunning violet eyes, but there was also amusement. “Extra cheese, of course.”

“Of course.”

At least some of her tension eased.

“Also my two favorite foods,” she admitted.

“Then we have something in common.”

“I would think you’d prefer fine cuisine.”

“Such as?” She had me curious.

“Oh, I don’t know. Perhaps something like a French bistro with a lovely bottle of Chateau Lafite Rothschild.” She leaned forward, her arms crossed and elbows on the table.

Ah, the little lady was testing me.

“Depends on the year.”

“Two thousand and nine.” She tilted her head, her eyes flashing.

“Very nice. I do love a French wine, but I’ll let you in on a secret.” I shifted forward as well, our heads crowded so closely together, it was as if the two of us were telling secrets.

“Please do.”

“I prefer either California wines or a few from down under.”

My answer seemed to please her. Her smile wasn’t practiced as it had been at the club or strained when she’d thanked me for saving her. The gesture lit up her face, incapable of hiding her natural beauty even behind the artistically created makeup in shades of fuchsia, violet, and cobalt covering her eyes and a good portion of her cheek. In this light, the sparkles imbedded in the substance flicked on and off as if a light switch was being toggled.

My cock pressed hard against my trousers, the zipper biting into my shaft. Even after her long night, I was able to gather a slight whiff of strawberry. The fragrance suited her.

“I admit that does surprise me as well,” she admitted.

“Pleasantly so, I hope.”

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