I couldn’ttake him the way I wanted.
This was the most frustrating moment in my life.
But when he tore his pants off in one swift move, I didn’t care.
He moved behind me, letting his hands roam down my chest. I was sure he felt my racing heart, but as his hands traveled lower, stopping just shy of my waistband, I figured my heart was the last thing he had on his mind. Then, in a moment I couldn’t havemade up if I tried, his finger grazed my hard cock. The sharp intake of his breath set me on edge, one that my hand wouldn’t even come close to relieving.
The rest of his lap dance ended in a fog of lust. His hands moved over the places on my body he was allowed to touch, and I rubbed my fingers together behind my back to try and calm the need to feel his nearly naked skin under them.
When thesong ended, the emcee came out to the chair. Mr. Sexy untied the tie and held his hand out to help me stand. I was suddenly more than thankful for the shadows in the lighting and the super dark wash on my jeans. Hopefully they hid the erection raging behind my zipper enough for my pride to survive. “Let’s have it for The Professor and,” he said, waiting for me to fill in the blank.
“And Noah.”I choked out my name into the microphone and whatever desire I had hoped to hide,came spewing out of my mouth.
As the crowd cheered and whistled, the stripper grabbed my hand. The emcee ushered us off stage, and I thought it was a little out of the ordinary not to go back to my seat.
But when The Professor stopped at a table next to the side of the stage and scribbled something onto a pieceof paper, I figured he had anything but the ordinary in mind.
“I get off at one,” he stated calmly as he slid the piece of paper in my hand.
And with that, he faded into the dark.
Looking down at the paper, I read his number and his name. “Chase,” I said to myself. “I certainly will.”
“That was fucking insane,” Chelsea roared when I returned to my seat. “You two just soaked every pair of pantiesin the place.” She nearly fell out of her chair as she downed the last of her fourth, or fifth—I’d lost count—cosmopolitan.
“That was off color even for you,” I joked, taking her empty glass from her hand. After calling the waiter over and ordering her a nice tall glass of water, I couldn’t help but replay the lap dance in my head.
Warring between the thought of burying myself deep inside himand knowing full-well that a one-night stand totally wasn’t my thing, the crowd faded to black. Thoughts of Rob, the last person who should have made an appearance right now, took center stage.
“Come here often,” a man chimed in my ear as he sank into the barstool next to me.
Not sure if it was the cheesiness of the line or the fact that he had appeared as if out of nowhere, I choked on my drink,almost spitting it out all over the bar in front of me. “I’m sorry?” I asked after I got some much-needed air back in my lungs.
“For being so gorgeous?” He answered my question with a question. He spun his stool to face me and reached out to touch my bicep. If he wasn’t so gorgeous himself, I might have pulled away.
Going against my better judgment, I laughed and said, “You can’t be serious.”I wasn’t one to call someone out on ridiculousness, but at the same time, he had to be joking. No one said those lines actually intending for them to work.
The bartender rolled his eyes as he placed the drink Mr. Cheesy hadn’t even ordered in front of him. “Never had anyone call you gorgeous before?” he purred, before sensuously licking the side of the crystal tumbler filled with an amber-goldliquid.
“All the time actually,” I said in jest. I’d never heard the words before. I knew I was good-looking. I’d had a few boyfriends in college, but ever since starting med school, they were few and very far between. As I watched him sip his drink, focusing all my attention on his soft, full lips, I counted in my head. Six, no wait, seven months had passed since the last time I’d been withanyone.
The stunned look in his eyes suggested that Mr. Cheesy had just met his match. But I didn’t have the energy to carry on this game. “It’s Noah.” Introducing myself, I held out my hand, shocking him into silence.
With a firm grip, he took my hand, shook it, and looked me straight in the eyes. “Rob. Nice to meet you.” The pretense of his cheesy pick-up lines was gone. Waving at the bartender,he ordered us another round, even though I didn’t have any intention of staying past my one-drink limit.
“I can’t stay,” I said, trying not to sound like a douche, but not at all hating if I did.
“Hot date?” he asked, a bright and sexy smile lighting up his face.
Through my bubble of laughter, I said, “I wish.” Taking the last sip of my first, and only drink, I kept my eyes focused on his darkchocolate ones. After dropping the glass to the bar, I said, “Work. Early. Very early. So I don’t think I can stay much longer.”
“Maybe I can convince you otherwise,” he suggested, sliding the drink the bartender put in front of him over to me. “Besides, work is just work. It’s not like you’re out there saving lives or anything like that.”
“Well, actually,” I said, reaching for the glass fromwhich I hadn’t intended to drink. “I’m a doctor,” I announced, sounding every bit like the asshole I promised never to become. Retracting a touch, I added, “Not yet, technically, but I will be soon.” Now I sounded like an asshole for entirely different reasons.
“Well, well,” he jeered, smirking around the rim of his glass. “Looks like I unknowingly hit on Mr. Big Shot, huh?”
“Yeah?” I asked,trying not to let the defensive tone override our conversation. “And what do you do?”
