Page 4 of Fall Back
“Wow,” I try to keep my voice interested. “International flights. Are they considered a promotion?”
Brandy purses her lips for a moment, but then her face smooths out, and she shoots me a coy look. “I guess it’s a promotion. I just like traveling and the chance to spend a day or two in a place I’ve never been before.”
“That’s a good way to see various places, even if you aren’t there long,” I throw out there.
She leans closer to me, angling her body to show off her cleavage. “Have you ever wanted to travel?” The way she asks the question sounds like an invitation.
I clear my throat and shift on my seat. When I catch the bartender’s eye, I give a chin lift. After they approach, I request, “Can I have another beer and then whatever Brandy’s drinking.”
Brandy shoots me a smile filled with satisfaction before her basic‘that girl’order makes me want to roll my eyes. While we’re waiting, I answer her question. “I like taking a vacation now and again, but I can’t imagine traveling a lot.”
Brandy’s eyes harden slightly, even as she turns toward me and twirls a strand of her hair. “Vacations are fun, but it’s nothing like picking up and going on a random Tuesday, even if there is a little work involved.” Her tittering laughter is grating, but I swallow down my reaction along with a swing of my beer when the bartender places our drinks in front of us.
“True,” I acquiesce. “I guess with the job, it isn’t something I’ve really thought about.”
She nods thoughtfully and bites her bottom lip. If she’s trying to be sexy, it falls short. “What you do is so important, Jared,” she coos. When her hand lands on my forearm, her touch is light and meant to be seductive.
“Thank you. I appreciate it. It’s not an easy job,” I admit.
Brandy tilts her head and leans into my side, her tits brushing against my arm. “Of course it’s not. You provide safety and protection for the town. It’s a heavy burden to carry around. But who takes care of you?”
She bats her eyelashes at me a few times, clearly wanting the job of taking care of me, if for only one day. Well, one night specifically.
Watching her pull out all the stops should make my dick harden in my pants while my mind races with all the ways I wantto take her. Brandy is a sexy woman; it’s not like spending the night with her would be a hardship. Far from it, but it all feels so contrived. It feels too easy and convenient.
Fuck. Something’s wrong with me. I need to make an appointment with my doctor and get checked out.
I clear my throat and lean away from her just slightly since I’ve realized I’m not interested in the woman in front of me. Because I’m broken. Or having some sort of life crisis. Damn it.
“I take care of me,” I tell her flatly.
Brandy makes a humming sound and runs her fingertip against the edge of her glass as she looks at me with bedroom eyes. And my dick does nothing. No reaction at all.
Fuck.
Her hand comes up to my shoulder and gives a squeeze as she looks up at me from underneath her lashes. It’s supposed to make her look innocent, but nothing about this woman is innocent. Nothing.
“You should let someone else take care of you,” she murmurs gently like I can’t see through her.
Figuring I can try to play her game, I ask, “How would you take care of me?”
Brandy’s smile turns sensual and inviting in a way that allows me to almost forget the kind of person she is. Almost. “I can think of a few ways.” She leans even closer, her voice dropping an octave, “I would think with your job that stress relief is always needed. There can’t be a better way to relax than to blow your load down my throat.”
My eyes widen and I take a swig of my beer to cover my surprise. It’s not like I’ve never had a woman say something like that to me, I have, but this feels even more forward for some reason.
“It would be a great way to relieve stress,” I have to agree and if it is somewhat reluctant then I hope Brandy doesn’t notice. I glance at her mouth and blurt, “I bet your mouth is magic.”
The moment the words leave my lips, I regret them. She gives me a look that is pure sin. “I could show you,” she murmurs.
She glances around as if she’s considering dropping to her knees in the middle of the bar and giving me head here and now. Sure, I’m down for being adventurous, but head in front of the whole town? I don’t think so. My cock practically crawls back up inside of my body, and I can’t help but shiver in disgust.
“We could find a dark corner,” she suggests.
Instead of wanting to jump at what she’s offering, I want to run away. And I know I won’t be able to force this situation into happening, no matter why I came out tonight. It simply isn’t going to happen.
This is new for me, and I don’t particularly like it, but I know when to walk away and that is right fucking now.
“I’m going to have to take a rain check, Brandy,” I keep my voice light as I offer her my most charming smile. “I’ve had a long ass day, and I’m just beat.”
