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“No need to apologize. Just thought we could have some fun.”
“You looked busy with your friends. I didn’t want to interrupt.” He pauses to take a drink. “Plus, I figured I probably shouldn’t get into trouble.”
As his eyes find mine again, I catch them glancing over my body. I know he’s thinking the same dirty thoughts that I am.
“So, Drew…what about now? Still think you shouldn’t get into trouble?”
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Don’t Overthink It
Drew
Man, that is a loaded question. I told myself that when I moved here, I would focus on my son. Nothing else.
But the woman sitting in front of me right now makes me want to do nothing except have fun.
Most women I’ve been around haven’t been quite so brazen—or if they have been, it’s because they knew who I was when I was fighting. It wasn’t that I was a huge A-list celebrity, but I got a decent amount of play.
I think me hanging back from all of that for the past year has made my dick want to take the reins on making decisions. Just looking at this woman is enough to have me half-hard.
As she looks at me with her dark brown eyes, I realize I haven’t answered her question.
Deciding to play some more of the back and forth, I say, “I’ll let you know.”
She lifts her glass to her lips but before taking a drink, she asks, “So, Florida, huh?”
“Yes, ma’am.”
“Wow. You’re giving up a shit ton of sunshine for even more clouds and rain.”
“I’m hoping it’ll be worth it.”
I figure she’s going to press further about my recent move, but she doesn’t.
I say, “Not going to ask me why I moved all the way across the country?”
“Nope. I figure you probably have a good reason. Who am I to question that?”
Interesting opinion.
“What about you, Ronnie? Do you still live here or just in town for the wedding?”
“I travel a lot, but this is still my home.”
I consider asking more, but I take her lead and leave it alone.
She turns so that her body is angled toward me a bit more. I try not focusing on her dress pushing her tits together as she begins to speak.
“Tell me, Drew. Do you have a girlfriend or a wife?”
“Nope, neither one of those.”
“Just to confirm…does anyonethinkthat they’re in some kind of relationship with you?”
“Wow,” I chuckle. “Never heard it phrased quite like that before. I take it you’ve had bad experiences with the opposite sex?”
“Not really. I like to have fun. Nothing kills the fun faster than an angry girlfriend. Plus, it goes with girl code and all that.”
