Total pages in book: 18
Estimated words: 15945 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 80(@200wpm)___ 64(@250wpm)___ 53(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 15945 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 80(@200wpm)___ 64(@250wpm)___ 53(@300wpm)
“2100 50th Street,” I tell him, and he takes off in that direction. I love that I live within walking distance to work, but I rarely walk anymore. The streets are way too crowded these days. We are talking about the city that never sleeps, to be fair.
“That’s close by,” the man says. I’m going to need something to call him when I rub my pussy to the thought him tonight. I want to do it right here, right now, but I refrain. Good girls don’t rub their pussies in the backseat of taxi’s, unless this an after dark episode on Skinamax. I know this isn’t that. Unfortunately. God, what has gotten into me? It’s him. He’s making it hard to think and that never happens to me. Sure, I make a fool of myself when it comes to guys all the time, but this is different.
“Yeah. I’m Hope, by the way. Hope Malone,” I say, extending my hand to him, which he takes. Is it my imagination or is he lingering. After another ten to fifteen seconds, he finally lets my hand drop. Yeah, he was lingering.
“Ayerton Lotus. It’s a pleasure to meet you,” he says. The way he said the word pleasure has my body humming. When I cross my legs, my skirt rides up my thighs and I notice him noticing. Is it hot in here? For some reason, I don’t even try to pull the skirt down, like I’d normally do. He can look his fill. God, I am going to need to be hosed off here soon. He clears his throat but doesn’t look away from me.
“Where are you coming from, dressed to the nines like that?” I ask, looking at his perfectly crisp tuxedo. He’s pulled the tie open like guys on tv do when they’ve had enough of the day. I have expect him to whip a martini out of his jacket pocket.
“A work function.” His simple answer leaves me wanting more. “What about you? Where were you tonight?”
“Work and then I grabbed a bite to eat. I am not sure why I’m telling you that.” I don’t seem to have a sense of stranger danger when it comes to him.
“Because that’s how small talk works, doesn’t it?” he asks, and I can’t help it, but I start laughing.
“You know? You’re absolutely right. Did you leave your wife at home?” I ask, quickly falling into my old routine of trying to land a guy who is not at all right for me. Except, I don’t exactly feel that way about this one.
“I don’t have a wife, or a girlfriend.” His simple answer sounds like a lie to me. How could he not? How could he not have been snatched up years ago by some greedy girl. God, how I want to be that greedy girl. Man, I need to have sex. I’m acting like a crazy person. It’s been… six months, maybe more. That’s what’s wrong me. I’m sure of it. I don’t even remember that guy or the sex other than it was bad. It’s always bad for me.
“Bullshit,” I say, then slap my hand over my mouth. He chuckles and moves my hand away from my mouth. “I’m sorry. It’s just… ummm… you’re really hot. I mean…” Mortification creeps up. You’d think I was a middle schooler talking to captain of the high school football team.
“It’s not a lie, Hope. I’m unattached at the moment. What about you? You got a husband waiting at home for you?”
“No. No. Definitely not. I’m what you’d call unlucky in love. Oh, don’t get me wrong, I fall in love all the time. I think it’s the falling that I like. Staying in love is another story entirely,” I trail off. What the fuck is wrong with me? I’ve never had verbal diarrhea quite like this before.
“I see. Maybe you just haven’t met the right man. Did you ever think about that?” he asks, smirking at me.
“You know, I think that all the time,” I say, flashing him my best smile as the cab comes to a stop in front of my building. “Well, thank you for letting me get dropped off first. I really enjoyed our conversation.” I lick my lips because they suddenly feel dry as fuck.
“It was my pleasure, sweetness. I enjoyed learning about you as well. Don’t forget to lock up, he says, and I nod, getting out of the cab. I feel like he’s watching me as I go, so I put a little extra sway in steps. While I’m unlocking the door, I look back at him one more time and sure enough he’s watching me. I fumble with the door, but once inside, I lean back onto it and take some deep breaths.
Get it the fuck together, Hope Catherine Malone. That man is exactly what you don’t need right now, I lie to myself. Unfortunately, he’s exactly the kind of man that makes my pussy wet and my heart skip a beat.