Page 23 of The Flirtation
She had such a slammin’ body, I heard porno music in my head when she walked. I could only hope that when she took her clothes off I’d spy a smattering of cellulite, but…Nope! Although it was dark, I could tell there was nothing shaking on that lady except her fabulousknockers.
Luke’s back was to the wall of patio doors that provided my view of Sloan’s obnoxious wet body, and to his credit, he kept his back to the door for the entire brief time that she was out there. Did she fly here wearing a bikini under her business suit? We sat there, looking at our phones and flipping through the magazines that were on the coffee table. We cleared our throats. He asked if I wanted a refreshment, I declined, he stayedput.
When Stephanie returned, she was wrapped in a towel, the wispy ends of her hair a little wet, her gaze fixed on Luke. She leaned over him—not like a stripper, more like a flight attendant—and spoke as if she were discussing business. Which shewas.
“Hi. Luke, is it? I’m going to retire to a suite to make some calls and respond to some emails, but I find you very attractive and I’d like to get to know you a little better. If you’d like to join me in my room, in an hour, for sex, there will be no strings attached, no complications. I’ll be leaving in the morning and I certainly won’t require you to cuddleafterwards.”
Who talks likethat?!
His first response was: “Wow.” Then he blushed, his eyes flicked towards me and then back to Stephanie and he said politely: “I’m flattered, Stephanie, thank you for the offer. But I’m beyond exhausted. I should really just go to bed. To sleep. By myself. In my own room. Thanks, though…Have a goodnight.”
Stephanie nodded. “Understood. Well, I’m off to shower. The pool is divine, you should try it. Both of you.” She headed out. “Enjoy, Davis.” And with her, she took all of the sound and air from theroom.
I couldn’t look at him. I felt ridiculous. I felt like a little girl who’d been pretending to be a woman. Compared to Stephanie’s sexy directness, how on earth could he tolerate the likes of me? I was suddenly sure that all other women on earth were like that with him and I couldn’t believe I actually thought I stood a chance. We were just business flirting. What did I expect? After what felt like an eternity, I finally managed to push myself up from the chair and found my voice—or at least a squeaky voice that somewhat resembled my own. “I better go read over that contract. See you in themorning?”
“Absolutely,” he said, standing up. I think he started to move towards me, perhaps for a friendly hug, but I was walking too fast and I didn’t want a polite hug. “I will see you in the morning. Good night,Avery.”
Not good night darling. I getit.
