Millie
I ate a piece of the crusty French bread and did my best to ignore the man on my right. I was still in shock over what I’d heard him saying to Jane.
Your friend Millie, the redhead, I want to bang her.
I blushed just thinking about his words. Not that I hadn’t also been super turned on. Marco was gorgeous, even better looking than his photo. He was tall, about six foot three, and had a solid, muscular build. His black hair was silky and well kept, and his hazel eyes were sexy and teasing as he’d playfully bantered with me.
I understood why he was as cocky as he was. When I’d run my fingers along his thigh and up to his crotch, I’d turned wet almost instantly. He’d already been a little hard when I’d squeezed his cock. It had been torture moving my fingers away, but it had been worth it. The look he’d given me after I’d told him he’d been too small for me had been priceless. He’d looked shocked, annoyed, and a little amused.
I tried not to look over at him. Jane was staring at us from the other side of the table and I knew better than to engage him. He was the sort of guy who could get me into trouble. The sort of guy that could have my panties off before I knew what was happening.
Damn! Why was I always attracted to the bad guys? I was under no illusion that anything would come from spending a night with him. Even if Jane hadn’t warned me that her brother was a lothario, I would have been able to tell. You couldn’t look like him, smell like him, and act like him and not be a womanizer. But shit, at that moment, I didn’t even care.
I knew that I had my deal with Olivia and Birdy, but part of me wanted to tease him, to get him really worked up before we left. Marco was the sort of guy who thought every woman wanted him, and he wouldn’t be wrong. Very few women would deny his sex appeal.
I stifled a sigh and reached for another piece of bread. My fingers brushed against someone else’s and I immediately looked over to Marco.
“You go ahead,” he said with a polite smile.
“Thanks.” I grabbed two pieces and started buttering them. “So are you enjoying San Francisco so far?” I asked him, wondering if we could move on from our earlier incidents.
“Yes and no.” He took a bite of his bread.
“Oh?” I tried not to watch him eating, but his lips were just so kissable.
“I met this woman, hot as can be.” His eyes sparkled. “I felt an attraction to her, and I thought she felt an attraction to me, but alas I was wrong.”
“That sucks.” I smiled at him and reached for another piece of bread, hoping that no one else was listening to our conversation.
“Actually, that’s the problem.” Marco frowned.
“What’s the problem?”
“She’s not sucking.”
I stifled a gasp at his blatant comment. I wasn’t sure how to react to his words. Should I slap him? Should I grab his cock again to teach him a lesson? Ignore him? I decided to just raise an eyebrow and go back to chewing on my bread. I wasn’t going to let him get a rise out of me.
“So what do you do for a living?” I asked him, letting him know that I could still converse with him and wasn’t bothered by his sexual innuendos.
“I’m a coach.” His smile dropped for a second. “A baseball coach.”
“Oh, cool. What level?”
“High school.” He looked away. “Next year, I’ll be at USC.”
“Go, Trojans.”
“I prefer my Trojans in my pocket.” He winked and I groaned.
“You used to play, right?”
“Yeah, I was one of the best pitchers in my college.” He looked nostalgic for a few seconds. “Then I went pro.”
“Why did you stop?”
“Injury, why else? It wasn’t meant to be.” He seemed too nonchalant about it.
“Sorry.” I touched his arm lightly. “I’m sure that must have been devastating.”
“It was.” He smiled then. A real smile that reached his eyes and wasn’t just flirting. “So you work at this credit startup as well?”
“Yeah.” I lowered my voice. “Half the time, I don’t know what’s going on, but we’re a new company, so that’s all right.”
“Do you like working for Tate?” His voice sounded harsher when he said Tate. I could tell that he wasn’t happy that his sister was dating him.
I found it amusing that a womanizer like him would be so annoyed that his sister was dating, but then wasn’t that always the way with guys? They could do whatever they wanted and yet, the women in their life had to be virgins.
“Yeah, he’s nice enough. Tough boss and a bit moody, but he’s fair and generous.”
“Hmm.” His expression didn’t change. “Has he hooked up with anyone else in the office?”
“No, of course not.” I shook my head vehemently. “He loves Jane.”
“Uh-huh.” Marco crossed his arms over his chest and sat back and looked around the table. “He works with five hot ladies, and he doesn’t want to try to get with all of you?”
“Not every man wants to fuck every woman he sees. Don’t judge every guy by your obviously low and slutty standards.”
“Are you calling me a slut?” He raised an eyebrow and laughed at my comment.
“When’s the last time you had sex?”
He hesitated for a few seconds before answering. I held my breath while I waited. I didn’t know why I cared about the answer so much. Maybe I was hoping that he would be one of those guys who was more talk than action.
“I don’t know.” He shrugged, his eyes narrowing. “What about you?”
“A year or so ago.” I stared at him thoughtfully. “You can’t remember the last time you had sex? A stud like you?”
“Maybe that’s why I want you so badly. It’s been too long since my cock has seen some action.”
“Well, it’s not going to be seeing any action from me.”
“Wanna bet?”
He smiled and I just shook my head as I turned away from him. I couldn’t believe how pleased I felt at his words. He’d been celibate for a while as well. Maybe his flirting with me actually meant something, after all? I mean, he had chosen me, and not Olivia or Birdy, to come on to. And they were both gorgeous.
“So, Millie, tell me more about yourself. Where are you from?”
“The cornfields.” He looked at me with a blank expression. “Iowa,” I clarified.
“Oh, where they grow the potatoes.” He nodded. “Cool.”
“No, no, that’s Idaho.”
“My bad.” He laughed. “I get confused with the states.”
“Uh-huh.”
“So, you’re just a farm girl from Iowa, huh?”
“No. I’m not a farm girl. My grandparents had a farm, but I grew up in the city.”
Granted, Iowa City wasn’t a city like major metropolises, but he didn’t have to know that.
“Cool, like Chicago?”
“Kinda.” Not at all.
“So it must be really different being here in San Francisco?”
“You don’t even know.” I laughed as I thought of the many ways San Francisco was different from Iowa City. “My rent could pay a mortgage back home. I’ve eaten foods from countries I’ve never even heard of before.”
“Like where? Mexico?”
“No, silly.” I shook my head. “Laos, Cambodia, Nepal, Ethiopia.”
“I guess you don’t have many of those cuisines in Iowa?”
“Actually, we’re really quite diverse where I come from, Iowa City.” I paused. “Well, by Iowa standards.”
His eyes wandered down to my lips. He stared at them for a few seconds before he glanced back into my eyes. My heart rate picked up slightly as his eyes shimmered, appearing more green in the light.
“You have beautiful eyes,” I said as I stared at them. “Are they hazel?”
“Yes. But they change by the light of the day.”
“I didn’t know you had hazel eyes. Jane’s eyes are brown.”
“My mom has brown eyes, my dad’s eyes are hazel.” He shrugged. “I don’t know how genetics work, but I got his eyes.”
“Beautiful.”
“Your eyes remind me of the sky on a warm, sunny day,” he said softly and then he seemed to catch himself. “But enough talk, where’s the food? I’m hungry.”
He turned away from me then and started talking with the rest of the table. I sat back and sipped from my water glass, hoping that the wine would arrive soon. I was confused by our interaction. He was a flirt, but he actually seemed to have a funny, romantic side as well, and that surprised me. A part of me wondered if he was a lot deeper than he was letting on and another part of me was chiding myself for wishful thinking.
All he wants is to get laid, I reminded myself.
The last person I wanted to fall for was the man sitting next to me.