Page 17 of Play For Me
“Because that’s all I want. You said so yourself that I need to have more fun. Well, this is me letting my hair down and having fun. You seem like the type of guy who would jump at this opportunity.”
“And what type of guy is that?” He folds his arms across his chest and waits for me to answer.
“Are you married?” I ask suddenly.
“No. What the hell kind of question is that? I’m here with you.”
That doesn’t matter…I want to say, but stay silent.
“No girlfriend?”
“Again, no. I’m here with you. Doyouhave a husband or boyfriend?”
“No. I’m not a cheater.”
“Well, neither am I,” he says, getting annoyed.
“All I’m saying is I’ve dated guys like you. Good-looking, charismatic…girls line up for guys like you. I bet you had one-night stands in every city you toured, so having one with me shouldn’t be a big deal.”
He goes silent, and I know I’ve hit the nail on the head. He’s the noncommittal type, just like I thought. Girls are a dime a dozen to him.
“Listen, if you don’t want to, I respect that. I just thought you wanted this as much as I did. If I got it wrong…”
“You’re not wrong,” he says, cutting me off. “I want it.” He studies me, and for the life of me, I have no clue what he’s thinking. “One night. That’s all you want?”
“One night. We get this sexual tension out of the way, and we both walk away, no questions asked.”
“Friends with benefits,” he smirks.
“Friends withabenefit,” I correct. “One night is all I can give you.”
“So you keep saying.” He rubs his light scruff, and a slow smile appears.
“Is that a yes?”
His grin gets wider, and he signals the waitress for the check.
“It was always a yes. I just hope you’re ready for what I have in store for you. If I only get one night, I’m not about to waste it.”
He signs the check quickly and stands up, holding out his hand to me. I take it, and his fingers intertwine with mine. My heart beats fast in my chest as we take the elevator down.
One night.
I can do this.
No attachments, just sex.
Guys do it all the time. It’s not a big deal. I keep repeating these thoughts as we walk across the parking lot.
“My jeep is this way,” I say, stopping and pointing in the other direction.
“We can get it later. I’ve got something else planned.”
He leads me to a sleek black bike, and I stop in my tracks. The mother in me is screaming that it's dangerous and I could get hurt. The woman in me is curious about what it would feellike to be pressed up against him with this powerful machine beneath me.
“Have you ever ridden on the back of a bike before?” He asks, turning to me.
“No.” I shake my head and battle between the devil and angel on my shoulders.
