“Sometimes. Not often. Must be because I’ve got a hot woman with me.” He enjoyed seeing her blush.One for me.
“You’re a bit of a hard nut.”
“Well, please don’t crack me. It’ll make a mess everywhere, and there’s been enough of that already today.”
Zoe laughed. The sound of her having fun eased some of the tension within Max, leaving space for him to breathe a little easier.
The barman put two beers on the small round table.
“Thanks.” Max nodded at him before he left.
“So you do have manners after all.”
Max grinned. “Sometimes.”
“Let me guess, only when it suits you.”
“Something like that.”
“And tell me, why does it suit you now?” The cheek in her eyes only made his blood rush to his cheeks quicker. He was almost lost for words.
“Cheers.”
“Cheers.” Zoe held up her beer and clinked with his glass. “You’re not getting out of that so easily.”
“Wasn’t expecting to.” He wasn’t. If he’d learnt anything about her, it was that she wouldn’t back down. That could make things hot and delightful when getting to know her more intimately. His blood now rushed downwards to his groin. He silenced a potential groan escaping from his mouth.
“Don’t be shy now.” She tilted her chin down slightly, the motion turning the tension up another level.
He cleared his throat trying to buy himself a little more time to think of something appropriate to say. He didn’t want to blow it. “Not every day do I have a hot chick run into me, blasting me with words as if they were bullets.”
“Is that what I did to you?”
“You know damn well you did.” He raised an eyebrow at her. “I can only guess you want a bit of fun, just like I do.”
Her mouth opened a little with surprise. He grinned, glad to put her off guard instead of being on the back foot himself.
“Well now, there’s no end to your confidence is there now,” said Zoe.
“I could say the same about you.”
“Could you now?”
“I just did.” He winked.
“This conversation isn’t getting anywhere.”
“Maybe we should do something else other than talk.” His pulse increased at the suggestion. It was too soon to propose something like talking things further. They’ve just met, they’ve argued more than anything else. But the words were out before he realised, and the thought of getting to touch her soon was making him push forward with the outcome he wanted and was sure she wanted too.Why else would she come over to me?
“Maybe.” She looked at him directly in the eyes.
Max could almost see the sparks flying between them. Bright lights bursting with the lust that burned between them to the point of arcing.
He wanted her.
Now.
“But what would you think about what sort of woman I am if I do?”
