two hours. I’m not even close to wasted.”
“And everything is okay? You didn’t fall and hit your head or anything?” She leaned closer as if checking his pupils for a trauma.
“You’re a regular Amy Schumer. You asked me what was wrong with you, and I gave you an honest answer.”
“Maybe my question was too broad.” She leaned back and gestured to her dress. His dick thickened at the unobstructed view of her cleavage. “Like this outfit. Does it say I’m available for sex, or about to attend a PTA meeting?”
“Sex. Definitely sex.”
She continued cataloging all the special effort she’d taken in getting ready tonight. “And the hair?”
“Inviting.” He imagined himself accepting that invitation, wrapping his fingers in the silky waves and pulling it as she sucked on his cock.
“The makeup? Too heavy?”
“Perfect.” He fantasized about those sexy eyes gazing at him over her shoulder as he fucked her from behind.
She twisted in her seat and drew his attention to her shoes. He hadn’t seen them before, but now that she pointed them out, he was in serious trouble. His erection was becoming uncomfortable, his pants too tight.
“The heels?”
“Scream ‘fuck me.’ But you’re hiding them under the table. You’re hiding most of your outfit in this booth.” That wasn’t exactly true. He’d honed in on her the second he spotted her.
She bit her lip as she chewed over that tidbit. “So when it was obvious I’d been stood up, I should have moved to the bar?”
He nodded.
“Interesting. Okay, that’s helpful. Thanks.” The smile she gave him was wholly Sara, nothing more than friendly, but it took him down like a house of cards, drew his attention to her full, shiny lips. He wouldn’t mind having that lip gloss smeared on a few parts of his body.
“Can I ask you something else?”
Now that he’d proven he was sincere in his offer to help, she was loosening up, taking advantage of the tutelage.
He lifted his hand. “Fire away.”
“If I was sitting at that bar, in this outfit, would you approach me, hoping for a hookup?”
“Yes,” he said without hesitation.
She laughed softly. “Badly-worded question. Would other men look at me that way? Am I approachable, or do I give off a standoffish vibe?”
Kellan felt like there was something behind that question, but he answered it honestly just the same. “You are very approachable, Sara.”
“Great. I appreciate your help.” Once more she attempted to leave the table.
“Where are you going?”
She shrugged. “I think my window of opportunity has closed for the night. Most of the guys in here have found their hookups, or they’re too drunk to bother with. Besides, my vibrator is missing me.”
Kellan groaned, wishing she hadn’t painted that picture. He shook his head in an attempt to clear out the image of what he’d like to do with her and a few sex toys.
“I’ll consider your suggestions and give it a try some other night.”
“You’re not leaving.”
She tilted her head curiously. “What?”
“Let me clarify. You’re not leaving alone. You’re still missing the obvious answer.”
She frowned, confused. “Really. And I suppose you’re going to enlighten me?” She glanced around the room. “Which Prince Charming have I overlooked?”
“Me.”
She laughed. Loudly. Kellan didn’t take offense. If someone had told him he’d be propositioning Sara tonight, he would have told them to fuck off. Kellan prided himself on his his role as Mr. Right Now. And even though she said she was looking for something like that tonight, Sara was ultimately searching for forever. That wasn’t him.
Plus, there wasn’t a doubt in his mind that Sara had never indulged in anything more scandalous than doggy style. But that didn’t mean she didn’t want to. It just meant David was a bigger ass than Kellan had realized.
When Kellan didn’t crack a smile, she sobered up, looking at him curiously. “That was a joke, right?”
He shook his head.
She opened her mouth to tell him all the reasons why what he was suggesting was wrong. He wasn’t interested in hearing them.
“My offer is sincere. And before you launch into that grocery list of excuses why we shouldn’t sleep together, I want you to consider the reasons why we should.”
Sara invited him to continue, with a crooked grin that told him she had zero expectation of him changing her mind. “I’ll admit I can’t think of one reason why this is a good idea, so color me curious. Why do you think we should have sex with each other?”
“Because, despite your assertions that you’re interested in a one-night stand with