Mountain Man's Accidental Surprise - K.C. Crowne Page 0,2

circle of friends. I let out a sigh but continued my dancing, hoping I might get a second chance with her. And if I did get a moment alone with her, I’d make it very clear that I wanted her free and clear. She wouldn’t have to do a thing. I was all-in.

“Take off your pants!” Liv cried happily, sloshing back the last of her wine glass.

“Yeah, take ‘em off!”

The women around us started chanting for me to remove my pants. They were likely expecting a thong or some tight, sexy undies. They were likely to be disappointed when I pulled down my jeans.

Emmy had joined the chant, smiling as brightly before. And well, her wish was my command.

I pulled off my belt, swishing it around before letting it drop to the floor. I unzipped my jeans and shimmied them down my hips. I turned away from them, sticking my butt out as I let the pants slide down even more.

I realized I was also pulling my boxer briefs down with them. It was too late; my ass was bare for the women to see.

“Holy shit, that’s the best ass I’ve ever seen!”

The women cackled with laughter, complimenting me on my bare ass. I couldn’t show them all the goods, so I pulled the boxers back in place and dropped the jeans. I stepped out of them, continuing to gyrate and move to the music.

If the women were disappointed in my lack of sexy undies, it didn’t show. All the women joined me. All except Emmy. She stayed off to the side while her friends danced with me, some of them getting a little handsy, I had to admit.

But my eyes never left her, and she watched from a distance.

Had I ruined my chances with her?

“What’s your name, sexy?” one of the women asked me.

I knew dancers usually had stage names, but I wasn’t really a dancer. So I gave my real one. “Graham,” I said with a wink.

“Ooh, I love it,” the redhead said. “Are you single, Graham?”

“Yes, ma’am,” I said, turning toward Emmy. “But I have my eyes on someone special.”

“She’s a very lucky girl,” the redhead said, pouting playfully at me.

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Graham didn’t sound like a stripper’s name. I scrunched up my face as I tried to recall the phone conversation I’d had with the business I’d used. He gave me a name - Chuck or Charles or something like that. Most certainly not Graham. Not that I was complaining. He was a lot better looking than any of the men featured on their site. Perhaps Chuck was sick, and they sent Graham instead.

Liv and the others were happy, so that was all that mattered to me.

I was pretty happy too. I let myself get a little too close to him; I forgot what he was hired to be doing for a moment. Easy to do with the way he looked at me. Damn, he was too good at his job. Way too good. He almost got me too.

The man on the phone during the booking had made it very clear that there would be no funny business. No sex. No actual nudity. It was meant to be fun and sexy without going too far. Yet Graham’s offer to me stuck in my ear.

Not that I wasn’t tempted. That was the problem. I was tempted beyond belief by the offer. Which wasn’t like me at all. I was the virgin of the group, the last one of our friends to have sex. The good girl who focused on school instead of parties and boys. Not that I didn’t want to have sex – I did, very much so. I just hadn’t found the right guy to have that experience with yet. I was picky, and even though I was nearing twenty-three years old, I was in no hurry to give up my V-card anytime soon.

Until, of course, I saw Graham.

But a one-night stand? Well, that wasn’t something I’d ever considered before.

Graham had tempted me; I couldn’t deny that. And I was tired of being the last one in my circle of friends to have sex. I always said when I met someone halfway decent and that turned me on, I’d go for it. Graham definitely made my panties soaking wet.

Except, I reminded myself, I wasn’t willing to pay for sex. It just sounded gross. No matter how aroused I was by him, I was not losing my virginity to a prostitute. Maybe if we’d met in a bar