Meeting Banner in person hasn’t satisfied my fascination with her. If anything, it’s kicked it into high gear. It’s easy to choose what impression you give someone via text messages, which is why I wanted to meet her face-to-face. I didn’t think we’d have a damn thing in common, but that’s not the case. After we stuffed ourselves with burgers and fries, she continues to politely dodge my question about what exactly her business is, and I let her.
I’ve never been the kind of guy to think a woman shouldn’t be able to have any secrets. Besides, I’m still trying to figure out where this night might take us, because I already know I want to see her again.
I still haven’t made sense of how the dirty text messages I got fit into the picture that’s Banner Regent, but I hope once we get farther down this road, I’m going to find out.
She’s different from any woman I’ve ever met. Confident. Self-assured. Not afraid to go after what she wants, and unapologetic about being herself.
Sexy doesn’t even begin to cover her attitude.
And then when you add on the fact that she’s got a killer body hiding beneath that green shirt-dress thing she’s wearing, hair that a man can’t help but want to see spread over his pillow, and whiskey-colored eyes that spark with a hint of mischief, you’ve got one hell of a package.
Smart, sexy, and a wildcat. But she lives seven hundred miles away, and it’s not like I’ve got the kind of lifestyle where I can jet up to see her, or make that bitch of a drive again soon.
So, where does that leave us? I have no fucking clue, but I’m going to make the most of tonight, and see where she goes if I let her lead.
Instead of buying tokens, I throw down some cash to power up a swipe card so we can play some games.
When Banner heads right to the Skee-Ball, I can’t help but laugh.
“What? I’ve seen this on movies and I’ve never played it. I have to try it.”
“Shit, you’ve never played Skee-Ball?” I don’t know why it surprises me, given what she’s told me about her childhood with drivers, and parents who were too busy to spend time with her.
“Nope. Never. So you’re going to have to school me in how this works.”
There are a hell of a lot of things I want to school this woman in, but I’m sensing she might already be proficient in most of them.
I swipe my card on the machine, and the balls come down the shoot. “The goal is to get the balls into the holes and score the most points.”
Banner leans over to pick one up, and even though I try not to stare at her ass, it’s impossible to ignore how incredible it is.
“Balls in holes. I swear, all these games were invented by men.”
I chuckle at her comment. “I’m sure you’re right about that.”
She pitches the ball overhand toward the hole, and when it hits the backboard with athwack, Banner jumps. It falls to the bottom of the machine without scoring any points.
“I did that wrong, didn’t I?” She tilts her head and stares at the game.
“You can make your own rules, but the traditional method is to pretend it’s like a ski jump, I think.” I pick up another ball and toss it underhanded so it slides up the ramp and flies into the center hole. “Like that.”
A determined look crosses her face as she reaches for another ball. “I got this.”
She sets out to prove she certainly does. Ball after ball, Banner lands them in the holes to rack up points, and each time, her excitement is obvious as she bounces and throws her hands in the air.
Her excitement is infectious, and I wrap my hands around her hips and pick her up as she scores the big points.
As soon as I touch her, my dick twitches against my jeans.Fuck, she’s sexy as hell.
When I set her down, she presses a hand against each of my shoulders, grinning like crazy.
“This is so much fun. Why haven’t I done this before?”
The excitement rolling off her hits me right in the gut. “No idea, Bruce. No idea.”
A smile tugs at the edges of her full lips. “Bruce, is it?”
“You can’t tell me you hate it, because I won’t believe you.”