Page 8 of Falling For His Badass

She carefully takes the drink, and answers. “Thanks. I’m Lizzy."

The emcee begins the story narrative of the Lost Boys, so I pull out the vacant chair and sit. The positioning of it is less than ideal. I’m too far forward to be able to converse with Lizzy. When the first joke is cracked, the room laughs, and I cast a quick glance over my shoulder. Lizzy is watching me and blushes again when our eyes connect. She reaches for her drink and takes a long hit off of it. I look back at the stage and appreciate my position now, knowing I’m close enough to influence her, but not intimidate her.

The cocktail waitress brings my beer, and I stretch my leg out to pull a tip from my pocket. When I lay it on the tray, I tell her. “Bring us another two drinks with our meal.” She nods and walks away.

Lizzy opens her mouth to protest, but the whole transaction is over before she can speak. I give her a wink, tap my bottle on her glass, and raise it slowly waiting on her to accept the toast. When she takes her glass, she raises it in silent salute, then brings it to her perfect pouty mouth. My eyes are glued on those puckered lips, and my cock can’t wait to feel them suck him like she’s sucking that straw. When she finishes, she smiles, and I know my thoughts were busted. I grin, raise my bottle to my lips, and let her enjoy the vision too.

The room explodes with laughter and we smile at each other before I turn my attention back to the stage.

That smile.That wink. I stare blatantly at the profile of this wall of a man named, B.A. He is a fine specimen of manliness. Although he is huge and definitely intimidating, my first reaction was wrong. His eyes aren’t mean, they are just super serious. They bore into your soul asking if you have secrets. I bite my straw and take a sip of my free drink. I wonder what his secrets are.

He laughs easily, enjoying the show. His eyes crinkle, and there’s a cute dimple in his cheek. Every time he flexes his arm to lift his beer to those sculpted lips, his muscles pop out. His Adam’s apple slides up and down as he swallows. I’ve never dated a man who had muscles this big or had a pronounced Adam’s apple like his. I smirk at that unusual thought and take another sip. I wonder what it would be like to have an alpha male make mad, passionate love to you. It would be sensory overload! I suck hard on my straw, draining my drink. The sound of sucking air gets his attention, and he glances back at me.

Totally tipsy, I swing my leg over to cross my legs as I set the empty glass on the table. His eyes drop to the movement and linger looking at my hemline. Knowing I’m bare down there, his intense gaze makes me both nervous and excited, and the booze makes me daring. What would a man like him do if I was his girl and I teased him right now by spreading my legs invitingly? Would he ignore the temptation because we’re in public, or would he discretely slide his hand between my legs, then insert his finger to test how wet I am? I bet he would check my status. My leg starts to pump up and down with that thought, satisfying the tickle that is growing down there.

He looks up to my face and catches the fantasy playing on it. The look on his face shifts in a fraction of a second from a man enjoying a comedy at a dinner show to a man who would totally fuck my brains out given the opportunity. My breath hitches in my throat and my heart stops beating. This man is nothing like the “decent” men I’m used to dating. He pushes my panic button in a way I’ve never felt before. My whole body is tingling. The look on his face is barely concealed hunger and I bite my lip to keep from coming unglued.

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Fucking hell!Woman! Don’t tease my ass so blatantly. I could fuck that look into tomorrow.Out of the corner of my eye, I see the waiter with our food. Thankful for the distraction, I lean back in my seat to gain control of myself as I stare at Lizzy.Lucky for you, babe, our food is here, because I’m hungry and ready to eat.Her eyes stare back intimated.

The waiter steps between us, blocking my view of her, and sets the entree on the table in front of her. “Madam,” he says in a totally fake accent. “Your Prime Rib is cooked medium as requested.”

I hear her take a deep breath, then comment. “Mmmm, it smells delicious.”

The sweet sound of her voice keeps my dick hard. I drain my beer, needing to get my shit together.

The waiter snaps his fingers and his helper passes him another entree. This one has twice the food as her serving had and he sets the loaded platter in front of me.Jeff. Always taking care of me.

The waiter snaps his fingers again and is handed Lizzy’s second Sangria Margarita and two beers for me. When he turns to leave, he pats me on the shoulder, and says respectfully, “Thank you for your service. It’s on the house.”

I offer my hand, and he shakes it. When he walks away, I can see Lizzy again. Her expression makes me chuckle. She is staring at my platter overflowing with food wearing an astonished look on her face. Her pouty mouth is hanging open and the thought of filling it with my meat cancels my deflating dick and my cock begins to grow again.Guess I’m going to just have to deal with the effect she has on me.There are things you can control and things you can’t.

Knowing she will watch me consume my meal, if for no other reason than she’ll be curious to see if I can consume it all, I pick up my knife and fork to give her a taste of who I am and what she can expect from me. I gently but firmly slice into the tender steak, then stroke steadily back and forth. The rare meat oozes its juice onto the plate, rolling off the knife, unfolding onto the platter, splaying, laid bare, waiting for me to stab it. I poke it with my fork, then push it around to soak up the juice. When I lean toward it and lift it to my open mouth, I pause in midair. Waiting for her eyes to connect with mine, I see the effect of my seduction sitting on her face, and when our eyes connect, I give her my sexy as fuck boyish grin to tease her further, and state. “I burn a lot of calories.”

She blushes again, busted, and looks down at her own plate. I’m not sure if she turned red because she was gawking or if it was because she got the innuendo but either way her ability to blush like that makes me want to see how flushed she becomes when she’s really tuned up and turned on. I smirk, not taking my eyes off her pretty face. I insert the bite into my mouth and savor the flavor. “Umm, delicious! Soft, juicy, perfection.”

Lizzy, pretending she’s ignoring me, takes her dinnerware, and begins to slice into her steak. I know I have her when she begins to smirk as she strokes the meat back and forth. Yup, I stab my steak and slice another piece. She may be shy now, but I’m betting the right man will make her a minx. I lift the tender piece to my lips, smirking, knowing I’m going to be the right man.

Sitting here sipping my drink,I’m only half listening to the show. The actors kicked it up a notch, allowing the audience to enjoy their meal, and I managed to eat most of mine, but this hunk of man sitting beside me has totally captured my imagination. Sure, I’m laughing when the audience laughs, but I am only pretending to be paying attention. There is something about the way he handles his fork and knife that keeps the tingling sensation swirling around down there, fully engaged. I’m hot and wet! He cuts his eyes at me, and I quickly lower mine to stir my drink. If those eyes connect again, zapping my aroused erogenous zones, I will hand this stranger my room key.

A voice behind me says, “Excuse me, may I collect your plate?” The waiter has appeared to clear the dishes away. He leans in on my right side to remove my plate.

“Yes, thank you,” I answer as I turn to look at him. Thankful for the distraction.

“Dessert will be served next. Would you like a cup of coffee with it?” He asks politely.

“No, thank you.”

Just as he steps back, I hear B.A. say, “Would you like another drink instead?”

My heart nearly stops in my chest. His voice is close! Like, super close. My eyes drift to the left. He has pulled his chair next to mine. His aroma hits me again, and damn, he smells good. My eyes drift to his lap to see all the bulges hidden in his jeans. I try hard not to flush at the thought of his cock being close enough to touch. Dear lord, I’m a hot mess. I lift my drink. “Thank you, but no, I’m good.”

He chuckles, “You do realize your glass is empty again?”

I blink and focus on it. “Oh, so it is.” Embarrassed, I laugh, and my eyes seize on the lapse of control to find his. The intensity in his dark green gaze makes my heart flip over and I find myself wanting to stare into them.

He smiles and his look softens, but the intensity remains the same, making me bite my bottom lip. “Are you enjoying the show?” He asks. The question is a reasonable one to ask. But it feels more like he’s asking if I’m into him.

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