“It’s late.”
“Nah… the night is young. Come back in. I’ll make you a new lemon drop.”
She seemed to be having an internal debate as her electric-blue eyes held mine. “I don’t sleep around.” That statement was as hot as if she had palmed my hardened cock, and it made me determined to see her again.
“It’s just a drink… at the bar. I promise not to trick you into my bed.” Her eyes widened enough for me to amend: “I’m kidding. Although…” I glanced up at the building’s facade and pointed to the corner windows. “It is right up there if you get tired.” I licked my lips nervously and caught her attention in the process.
She stared at them, stepped closer, and placed a hand on my chest. “I have to go…”
She left the tiny word hanging enough for me to insert, “Brad Navarro… of Brad’s Tavern,” while trying not to appear insulted she had forgotten already.
“Right… Brad.” And then, shockingly, she slid her hand around the back of my neck, pressed her mouth to mine, and kissed me. At first, I froze, completely caught off guard. But it didn’t take long for my body to take the wheel from my logic, and I hastily wrapped an arm around her slim waist, pulling her closer. Her intoxicating scent, one I wouldn’t soon forget, added to the mix of intrigue.
It was all so confusing, and thrilling, and a fucking tease. Especially when she broke away, smiled, and said, “Good night, Brad.” When she raised a hand and the yellow sedan swerved to the curb, my eyes fixated on the curve of her ass as she climbed in. And while she slammed the door shut and spoke to the driver, I debated ditching my business and taking off with her. At that moment, after that kiss, I’d probably follow her into hell.
But as the cab slowly pulled away, and she stared into my eyes through the window, a part of me knew it was best to let her go… because Sheena had trouble written all over her.