“Yeah, but what are the chances of finding one person to satisfy your sexual needs for the rest of your life?”Or in her case two.“Monogamy is unrealistic.Men cheat.They look around.Why shouldn’t women do the same?”
“Hence why you want to have sex in the shrubs,” he said, offering the lollipop back.
Leaning in, she sucked it slowly, eyes stuck on his.With each second that passed, his concentration darkened.Maybe it was the night.The wine.The sugar rush.The air closed in, but she liked it, maybe too much.
Cheshire Cat fixated on her cream, a smile tugged her lips.He let go of the stick to swipe the wine, gulping down more than a healthy measure.
She laughed.“Don’t worry.You’re not my type.”
Although the bottle left his lips, he breathed for a few seconds before asking, “No?What’s your type?”
“I like sleazeballs with short attention spans.”Apparently.Who knew?That’s what Mason turned out to be at any rate.“I should’ve led with that.”Her head tilted to the side.“You coupled up?”
“Married?”
She shrugged.“Or a girlfriend?Would up your sleaze factor.”
“And put me back in the running?”
“Possibly.”
“You like being the other woman?”
“No!”she exclaimed, circling the candy again.“He was married, yeah, but they were divorcing.I didn’t wreck his home.Anyway, it’s one thing I refuse to be, the other woman… never again, but it would make you more of a sleaze to be flirting with me if you have a woman at home.”
She’d never see this guy again, he wasn’t in the running for any trophy or shot at her panties.This was more about poking fun at herself and the subconscious ways of her libido.She didn’t look for sleazeballs.Somehow they found her and piqued her self-destructive sexual interest.
“Sorry.No girlfriend.Not a sleaze.”
“Good,” she said, hopping up to sit on the wall.
“And am I flirting with you?”
“Talking about sex within ten seconds of meeting me counts as flirting.”
“You brought it up.”
“Did I now?”she asked, licking her lips as her gaze deliberately dropped.“Clever me.”
“Okay.”His laugh was more of an exhale.“You are a live wire.”
“Thank you.Now we have to figure out if you’re a liar.”
“About being a sleaze?”This guy was far too hot to be ignorant to how easy it would be to get laid.Maybe that’s why he was single, options remained open.“Man, Candy, you’re a cynic.You seem so… First impression you’re open, then boom, you slam that wall down.”
“Just getting to know you,” she teased, earning a smile.“Sex is something we have in common.It’s a leveler.”
“How do you figure?”
“Everyone’s at it, right?A guy like you has to get offers all the time.”
“You’re right about that.”
“See,” she said, licking the lollipop.“Leveler.”
“Except there’s one problem.”
She moved the bulb in her mouth with her tongue.“What’s that?”
