still trying to figure out if this were some kind of trick. “It’s not a good idea,” she said, sweeping one of the tendrils dangling from her sexy-as-hell bun back behind her ear. “I had fun the other night, sure. But I can’t.”
“Dinner tonight,” I pressed, blowing past her denial. “It’s Friday night and we’ve both got something to celebrate – you’ve landed an investor with your ace presentation, and I’ve found a worthy cause to put my money into. Sounds perfect to me.”
She shook her head. “Tonight’s no good. I’ve got a couple of appointments at the clinic and then I’m spending the evening with my mom.”
“Alright,” I said, stepping closer and taking a seat on the edge of the table next to her. “How about this Sunday? I’ve got a little adventure planned, and I’m thinkin’ you’d be the perfect companion.”
“An adventure?” She said the word like she’d never heard it before in her life, like it was a totally alien concept. “What kind of adventure?”
“The one you’d have to come with me to see,” I teased. “Come on – we’ll have a laugh, and you’ll be glad you did it.”
Lola appeared uncertain, as if she were having a little internal back and forth about what she wanted to do. But she shook her head. “Sorry, I’m not really the adventurous type.”
“Oh, everyone’s the adventurous type at some point. What else you got planned for Sunday?”
“Something quiet – and most definitely not adventurous.”
It was strange. Lola was a professional woman, but there was a softness to her when she spoke. She seemed guarded, as if she were hiding something.
“How about this – we go on this adventure, and if you don’t have the time of your life, I won’t ever try to talk you into one again. You’ll never have to worry about this handsome, charming Irishman ever darkening your doorstep again.” I smiled a charming smile, and she matched it with one of her own.
Lola let out a breath through her nose, shaking her head. “There’s no chance you’ll actually tell me what it is?”
“Then it’s not an adventure – it’d be just a date. Trust me, it’ll be a blast.”
She sighed loudly and said, “Fine, fine. I can’t believe I’m doing this, by the way.” She checked her watch. “Alright, I need to get going.”
“Let me see you out.”
We rose at the same time, and I placed my hand on the small of her back as I led her to the door. To my surprise, she didn’t stop me. We reached the doors and she turned, standing only a few inches from me. The heat between us was incredible, the tension irresistible. Her mouth opened slightly, her tongue dragging over her lips and leaving them glistening.
Damned if it wasn’t about the dumbest idea I could’ve had at the moment, but I couldn’t help it. I kissed her.
Lola’s body tensed, and I was certain she hadn’t been expecting the show of affection. But just like the first time I’d kissed her in the parking lot, her tension melted into warmth, her hand resting on my chest and her mouth opening, her tongue seeking mine. My cock solidified in my pants, and there wasn’t a doubt in my mind that she was wet for me.
I wanted to find out.
My hand started on her thigh, moving up until I was between her legs. Her pussy was warm, inviting, and all I could think about was taking her over to that table and fucking her hard on top of it.
But I didn’t get a chance. She grabbed the wrist of my hand between her legs and pulled it out. Then she broke the kiss, stepping back and looking at me with shocked eyes. A few strands of hair from her bun had come undone and were draping over her forehead.
For a moment, I was worried she might slap me, but she only shook her head and swept the stray strands of hair back.
“Patrick…I swear to God.”
I grinned. “Hope that means we’re still on.”
“We’re still on. Message me Sunday and let me know how I’m supposed to dress for this adventure you’ve got in mind.”
“Can’t wait.”
She flicked her eyes up and down once again, as if trying to figure out just who this strange Irishman was that had gotten such a hold over her. Lola opened the door and left, my eyes glancing down to her perfect ass.
When she was gone, I chuckled.
I had to admit, I was fascinated by her,