Waiting For The Other Shoe to Drop --Part 15
After dinner, I felt stone cold
sober. Rich asked if I wanted to do something and I flashed him a questioning
look. “Something like what?”
“It’s a nice night, let’s go to Lake Wheeler and take
a walk,” he suggested.
“Sounds
good, but I need to change my shoes.”
“You
don’t have a spare pair in your
car? I know most women live like their trunk is a second closet.”
“That
shows how much you know,” I retorted. “I only have another pair of heels in my trunk. My walking
shoes are underneath my bed.”
Rich laughed and it sounded like a
melodic chord. OK, I was still a little tipsy. I will not sleep with him. I will not sleep with him.
“Are
you good to drive?” he asked as I took a shaky
step.
“Probably
not. Drinking and driving is never a good choice and I can’t believe you let me do that.”
Reaching out, I pinched his forearm and smiled at him.
He grabbed my hand and drew me into
his arms. “I’m not going to lie; watching you give up control was fun to
see.”
“Really?”
He nodded and brushed his lips
against my forehead. Soft. Erotic. Stop
it! I pulled back from him, tilting my head to the side as I looked into
his eyes. Damn it, tequila made me horny and I was about to succumb to the
feeling. Wrapping my arms around his neck, I pulled Rich’s lips to mine. Hot. Wet. And the kiss was amazing too. He
pulled me closer, his erection pressed against my thighs and I yearned to have
him inside. Needed him. Damn Patron.
He broke the kiss and I was thankful
because I was about to enter the third level of whoredom. “I guess we’re going to blame that on the
alcohol, Jamie?”
“That
wasn’t funny,” I said, even though I did laugh.
He tapped my bottom and smiled. “I’m not even going to allow you
to take me there. You’ll wake up in the morning and
start scowling about how I took advantage of you in your drunken state. Let’s walk it off. I’ll drive you home.”
“And
what happens to my car?”
“We
can come get it later. There are two things I’m
not going to let you do drunk tonight. Driving is only one of them.”
Winking at him as we crossed over to
his car. “You might be all right, Rich.”
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