“And what makes you think that’s what I want?” A sinful smile curls over her lips. Jesus, how had I missed that mouth? “Maybe I have other jobs in mind for you.”
Well, that didn’t work. I shift, trying another tactic. I give her my most friendly smile, the one I use to calm the elderly, before scooping the bottle of tequila from the table and putting it on the floor next to my chair. Out of her reach. “I think you’ve had enough to drink. Why don’t I get you home so you can sleep it off, Abby?”
Brown eyes flicker, a tiny frown forms and her shoulders slump.
God, I feel like an asshole, but really, I’m doing this for her own good.
“You want me to go home?” She blinks, looking as sweet and innocent as a newborn foal. “But, I want to stay here…and do…stuff.”
Ah hell. Now she’s being all vulnerable. This won’t work at all. The last thing I want is to reject the poor girl on her birthday, but I can’t take her up on her offer either. I sit back in my chair and contemplate options.
Since paternal and friendly isn’t working, maybe I need to approach this from a different angle. Okay, she has sex on the brain and is intent on going through with whatever drunken plan she concocted. I’m positive she’ll regret her actions in the morning, so I want to minimize the aftermath as much as possible.
If I don’t want to reject her, the only option I can think of that preserves her pride is to getherto rejectme.
The question is, how to go about it.
I can’t be mean to her, so being a dick is out.
I think through the things I know about her.
She’s a good girl. She never brings guys home. With the way she acts and dresses, she’s definitely innocent. Everything about her is nice and sweet.
Everything I’m not.
She might want sex, but I’m positive she isn’t remotely prepared for the kind of sex I like. Girls like Abby never are. That leaves only one option.
I’ll scare her straight. Problem solved. Damaged mitigated.
Instead of dialing it down, I’ll crank it up to a hundred and she’ll run as fast as her bare feet will carry her.ThisI know how to do. I relax for the first time since she arrived.
Scooping up my discarded beer, I meet her big brown eyes and give her my best come-on stare, raising the bottle to take a long drink. She manages to hold my gaze for fifteen seconds before her eyes slide away and her cheeks blush a pretty pink.
I bite back the grin. Excellent. This is going to be a piece of cake. “And what kind of ‘stuff’ did you have in mind, Abby?”
“Um…well…” She clears her throat and straightens in her seat, a determined expression creasing her brow. “The thing is, I’m thirty now…and well…I’m sure someday I’ll marry some nice man, but before I do, I want to experience something…different.”
I decide to take control of the conversation and help her cut to the chase. The quicker I get this over with, the better. “So, you want to take a walk on the wild side?”
“Yes.” Her fingers rise to her throat, tangling with the silver to twist her necklace.
A sure sign of nerves and I do nothing to fill in the silence for her.
I’m feeling better already.
She bites her bottom lip and uncertainty flashes over her face for a fraction of a second, only to be replaced by a stubborn tilt of the chin and shoulder-straightening resolve. “Yes, I have some fantasies…”
What kind of fantasies?The thought pops into my head before I can help it.
Not the point.
My cock doesn’t get the message though, and presses uncomfortably against the zipper of my jeans. I sigh, and come face-to-face with the truth that some part of me is enticed by her. It has to be all that innocence. And her flushed, pretty face and killer body aren’t helping matters. She has no idea she’s more tempting than her bottle of tequila will ever be.
I’ve always been a sucker for innocence, which is why I stay far away from women like Abby. My only excuse is I can’t remember the last time I’d been surprised.
Which was why she needs to leave.
Time to shock her before this goes any further and I start getting stupid. I nod. “You want to know what it feels like to get fucked properly, is that it?”