I pick up my drink and lean against the bar top, watching little dots dance about as Alia responds.
Tater Tots:
Theo’s Instagram. He posted a photo at the club.
Me:
Should I be jealous that you’re keeping tabs on his social media?
Tater Tots:
I was looking for you.
Jesus.I love how honest she is. If she was here, she’d find herself under me in minutes.
Me:
Fuck, Tots…
I shouldn’t like that so much but I do
Tater Tots:
You do?
Me:
Putting it mildly, but yes
I wish you were here right now
“Careful what you wish for.”
My heart leaps into my throat. When I look up, I’m sure I’m dreaming. Three feet away, dressed in a slinky gold number that glitters every time she shifts, is Alia.
My eyes travel the length of her svelte body and down tan legs that end in strappy heels, looking like a bondage dream come true. I peruse her, making my way back up to her glossy lips that shine almost as brightly as her eyes when the strobe lights hit her face. A sharp dart of desire shoots straight to my groin, blanketing myentire body when her lips curve—a little unsure, a little playful, unmistakably inviting.
She closes the distance between us with lithe grace, and I watch, mesmerized by the symphony of her willowy form. It takes every ounce of my control to not throw her over my shoulders and march out.
I stand from my seat just as she reaches me, her killer heels adding enough height so she’s barely a couple inches shorter.
“Alia.” My voice is breathless. I feel like a horny teenager at the cusp of maturity who’s going to blow a load simply by looking at a hot woman. “You stalkin’ me, gorgeous?”
The throwback comment makes her chuckle.
“I dreamed of you,” she says simply, like her being here is no big deal. Like I’m not completely bowled over by her presence.
“Yeah?” My voice is rubble. Our eyes hold each other, the tension between us so thick that my throat clogs with need. “That’s why you’re here?”
“I’m here because. . .” Blushing, she shifts. I reach out and take her hand in mine, drawing her closer so even a whispered word would be loud enough to hear.
“Because?” I prod, my breath sticking in my lungs when she lifts her gaze to me.
Warm eyes reflect my feelings like an unclouded mirror, desire and determination rising to the surface when she answers.
“Because I want you to make my dream come true.”
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