Page 28 of Seeking Two Lovers

Pushing aside thoughts of home, my best friend, and longings that would never be fulfilled, I climbed into my car, ready for a drink.

Maybe a good fuck if Lily and I hit it off. With how we teased and messaged each other, I had high hopes.

I pulled into the valet out front of Yachtman’s and handed over my keys as an old blue clunker puffed smoke and stopped behind me. The car appeared ready to shit the bed, and I went to turn away—until my gaze slid over the windshield and the driver behind the wheel.

Her.

Bikini girl.

I grinned, and she climbed out of the car, hitting all my goddamn feels with a simple clash of gazes that knocked my world off its axis, same as the first time I’d seen Blaine.

My breath left my lungs like I’d been punched in the gut.

Hair in soft waves over her shoulders, a shift of her body sent tresses over the hint of cleavage that played peekaboo with a blouse meant to tease. It was white with a deep slash across the chest, offering a tantalizing view to make men’s mouths water. She wore a flirty skirt—also not red—and strappy heels that made her legs appear longer than possible for her petite height.

She handed over her keys and moved toward me with purpose, assurance and sensuality with every step swaying that damn skirt I wanted to sneak beneath. Not once did she glance over at my vintage Ferrari, and her slow perusal over my designer suit didn’t light up a calculating gaze like it did with some dates. Nothing but lust rested in her eyes when she finally lifted her focus to my face.

Fuck yes.

“Scott?” Her low, husky tone hit my dick with a shot of lust-filled adrenaline, and I held out my hand.

Her small palm slid over mine, and I lifted the backs of her fingers toward my mouth. I always went by my surname when meeting with hookups, so I didn’t bother correcting her.

“Lily, I’m assuming?” I brushed my lips over her knuckles, bummed as fuck she’d chosen to ignore my…request she wear red.

Pink stained her cheeks even though she didn’t text like an innocent, her pupils dilating enough that I knew we headed down the track I’d hoped for.

“You’re taller than I expected,” she stated bluntly, tilting her head back to hold my gaze.

“And you’re even more gorgeous in person.”

“Flattery will get you everywhere,” she said with a laugh that didn’t sound like contrived flirting to weasel her way into my wallet like most of the women I’d gone out with in the past.

I joined in with a chuckle, my dick ready to roll whenever the fuck she wanted. While I normally would have gone straight for the sex talk, I tucked her hand in my elbow and led her into the restaurant because her honesty was refreshing as fuck.

Alluring as hell. Same as Blaine had been at ten years old.

And I decided I wanted more than just a quick romp between the sheets.

“Good to know,” I said, “but maybe later?”

“Maybe later,” she agreed, glancing up at me again with those big eyes a man could lose himself in.

“I hope you like seafood.”

“As long as its cooked and not wrapped in seaweed, I love it. Otherwise?” She shuddered.

Another chuckle left me at her honesty.

The hostess led us to one of the private nooks I’d reserved for the night, pouring the chardonnay I ordered before leaving us alone.

I lifted my wine glass in the dimness lit by a lone candle flickering between us. Soft instrumental music filtered through our little corner, helping to set the mood of an intimate dinner. “What should we toast to?”

Lily licked her lower lip, and I wondered over the flavor of her gloss, how well it would taste on my tongue. “To new adventures.”

“And to fantasies fulfilled?”

“Yes, please.”

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