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believe I was flirting with this man. “Not that I need to get laid, of course. I’m an independent woman and all that.”

“And independent women can take care of themselves, right?”

“Exactly!” I exclaimed and then narrowed my eyes at him. “What does that mean?”

“What does what mean?” He looked at me with a confused expression but I could see the twinkle in his eyes. Was he making fun of me?

“You know,” I said feeling annoyed.

“And so do you ...” He paused. “What was your name again?”

“You really forgot?” I stared at him. “I thought you were just pretending.”

“I wasn’t pretending. Does that make you upset?”

“No, I couldn’t care less,” I lied. I was pretty miffed that he hadn’t remembered. Was I not memorable? Or did he just not think I was hot? I mean, I wasn’t a supermodel, but I was attractive. Men looked at me when I made an effort and dressed nicely and wore makeup.

“Sure you don’t.”

“What does that mean?” I narrowed my eyes at him again, and he looked amused.

“This is the reason why I don’t date younger women.” He gave me a look. “You have no idea what you want, and you play so many games that you have no idea if you’re coming or going.”

“I don’t play games.” I glared at him indignantly.

“Sure you don’t, little Miss Muffett.” He looked at his watch. “As great as it has been—”

“I can show you I don’t play games.” I leaned over, pulled an ice cube out of his glass, and then put it between my lips and sucked on it as I imagined some sultry vamp would do in a porno. My lips were going numb, but I didn’t blanch, even though I had to admit I felt like a bit of a fool. I let the water from the ice drip onto my hand, and then I took the ice cube out and licked the droplets off of my skin, my eyes never leaving his face. His eyes narrowed as I sat back up and then swallowed the rest of the ice cube, trying carefully not to chew it as my sensitive teeth were going crazy. The brain freeze that followed was worth it, though, when I saw his long and steady smile.

“Maybe I’m wrong, then. Maybe you don’t play games. What do you say we get out of here?”

“Maybe.” I gulped. Could I really do this?

My phone beeped at that moment, and I looked down to see another text from Jack. I could feel my body growing warm as I saw his name on my screen. What the hell was he doing texting me again? I hadn’t heard from him in over a year before that, and now he’d texted me twice in one day.

When he’d dumped me during our one-year anniversary dinner because he wasn’t sure if he “wanted to be in a committed relationship any longer,” he’d said we should lose each other’s numbers, that we shouldn’t see each other any longer if I didn’t want him to see other people. I’d promptly burst into tears. He’d looked apologetic but said he still wanted to be with other people. I’d thrown my rum and coke into his face and then I’d gone home. We hadn’t communicated since then. A part of me had hoped that he’d take a long walk off of a short pier, and that I’d see him on the news.

Until today when he’d text me and asked me to meet up. Why was he texting me again now? Did he think I was going to meet up with him tonight? Did he think I was going to have sex with him? After how everything ended? He thought I’d be a booty call? I wanted to laugh in his face, but I knew that if I wanted to teach him a lesson, I couldn’t be rude just yet.

“Am I making you nervous?” the man across from me asked with a knowing grin, and I shook my head slowly. Fuck you, Jack, I thought to myself as I dismissed his name and face from my mind. I wasn’t going to look at his text now or read it. I didn’t care what he had to say. Not at all.

“No, you’re not making me nervous. Why would you think you were making me nervous? Do I look like the sort of girl that could be nervous?”

Stop babbling, Emily. You sound like an idiot.

“Do you want me to be honest?” His eyes bored into mine and he didn’t stop talking. “I think that you’re a young girl that knows absolutely nothing about life, you don’t know what you want, and you’re sitting here trying to convince both of us that you’re not scared as fuck as you flirt with me.” He paused for a second. “I don’t think you have the guts to go through with anything tonight. I don’t think you even know what a good fucking feels like.”

My jaw dropped at his use of the word fucking, and I could feel the heat radiating from my cheeks. “Is that what you really think?”

“You came on this blind date because your friend made you, but I bet you’d rather be at home in bed eating pizza right now, wouldn’t you?”

And then I felt his fingers on my legs under the table, running up my thighs, pushing my skirt up. I swallowed hard as he shifted his chair closer to mine, his fingers still moving upwards. His eyes never left mine, and I just sat there wondering what he was going to do next.

“Cara mia, what are you thinking?” he said softly, his fingers reaching my panties. I held my breath and gasped as I felt his fingers slipping inside. He rubbed me gently, and I knew that he could feel that I was already wet as he rubbed my clit. My eyes darted around the room, wondering if anyone could tell what was going on. I couldn’t believe that I was letting this man touch me so intimately in public. I was so turned on that I was scared I would come within a minute if he kept rubbing me.

“I can tell that you’re unsure.” He chuckled as he slipped a finger inside of me, rubbing my clit with his thumb. “But you’re enjoying this, aren’t you?”

“No,” I lied and then I felt my phone buzzing again. It was Jack. I rolled my eyes as I saw his name. Did he really think he could just worm his way back into my life?

“Prove it to me.” The man finally removed his fingers and pulled my dress down. I watched as he slipped a finger into his mouth and sucked. “Is this the only taste I’m going to have of you tonight, or are you ready to play some big-girl games?”

I pushed my chair back, downed the rest of my wine quickly and stood up. “Let’s go.” I looked down at him with a sexy smile, my heart beating with reckless abandon. “Let’s go back to your place and you can give me fifteen reasons why fucking you is better than fucking a younger man.” I licked my lips and batted my eyelashes at him. “Or are you not up for that, big boy?”

He jumped up out of his chair, threw some money on the table, and grinned at me. “All I have to say is—your place or mine?” He walked over to me and slid his arm around my waist.

“We can’t even remember each other's names ...” I said giggling slightly as he led me out of the restaurant. “Is this a good idea?”

“Doesn’t that make it just that little bit more exciting?” he whispered into my ear as we headed to the front door. His hand slid down to my ass and gently squeezed my right butt cheek. I inhaled quickly and looked up at him.

“Maybe it does,” I said with a quick laugh, and before I knew what was happening, he was signaling to a driver out front and we were getting into the back of a yellow taxi.

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