His cock stiffened in his pants and he shifted his position to not draw too much attention.He did not wish to put the cart before the horse, and he wasn’t sure how one might perceive such a reaction in a public setting.
The instant thought of her discovering his sudden erection in a room full of people should have been like a bucket of cold water to his system, but it was the opposite.He shifted once more, trying to keep his wits about him as moisture pebbled at his cockhead, pressing against the inside of his briefs.It took much more concentration than it should have for him to ignore his twitching cock and focus on his tongue.
When he was done, he spat the stem out and set it on the red napkin on the bar, next to his drink, before catching Miss Perfect’s attention again.
“Tastes pretty good to me.”He flashed her a grin, feeling bolder than ever.Something about this woman made him feel as though he was truly the only man in the room.He felt braver in her presence.
She shook her head, sipping her drink once more before flashing her gaze back at Theo, her sights landing on the rim of his half-drunk glass, right over his pineapple.
Theo carefully plucked the wedge from the rim, holding it out to her in the space she held the cherry.“You did say you wanted extra pineapple,” he said with a grin.
Miss Perfect looked at the fruit between his fingers, and he did not miss the way she sucked in a breath.For she looked at that slice of fruit as if she wasstarving.Theo’s stomach flipped, his blood rushing beneath the surface.No woman had ever looked athimthe way Miss Perfect was eyeing up his tropical offering.
Oh to be a fucking pineapple...
She reached her fingers out carefully, almost hesitantly.
“I promise it’s not poisoned,” he said, trying to make light of the strange tension between them.
“I wouldn’t think so,” she said, her voice dark and smooth, like decadent fudge.
Theolovedfudge.
“For the record, all you have to do is ask,” he said, the sticky sweet acid staining the edge of his thumb.“If you want me.”All at once, he’d realized his error, and just like that, the real Theo shone through his cocky Trick-inspired facade.Heat rushed into his cheeks.But instead of feeling bad about his blunder, he found the slip of his tongue a relief.
The truth was much simpler than the lie, was it not?
Theo implored her gaze, feeling as if a weight had been lifted from his shoulders.Miss Perfect did not scoff or roll her eyes at his Freudian slip.In fact, she gazed back at him, her lips tugging up into a small smile that was somehow as endearing as it was seductive as a light giggle escaped her throat.
“It.If you wantit, I mean, the fruit.All you need to do is say ‘please, Zorro,’ and I’ll give it to you.”His taunt seemed to get another sweet giggle out of her and the sight made him smile.Not because her ruby red lips and perfect smile were like something out of a movie, but because it washisdoing.He’d made herlaugh.
More than once.And that itself was a victory for Theodore Lange.
He felt as if he’d just discovered some uncharted territory, and perhaps he had.But he was also quite certain, all mishaps aside, that the fantastic Piña Coladas had definitely gone to his head, and in conjunction with his fiery victory, he decided to take the plunge, blurting out, “I’ll give you anything you want.”
Miss Perfect bit her lip, letting out a contented sigh as she reached for the fruit, causing Theo’s blood to rush again.He was starting to sweat.
I think I need some air...
The room around Theo started to spin, the air getting thinner as his heartbeat quickened.It was as if time was somehow slowing down, but speeding up all at once.
Her fingers grazed his as she slowly plucked the fruit from his hands.“Is that so?”she whispered.
Theo nodded, suddenly at a loss for words.“Uh huh.”
There was a strange truth to his words.There were a multitude of things he didn’t know about Miss Perfect.He didn’t know her name, her favorite color, what she did for a living, if she was a student like him, or if she had graduated and gone on to better opportunities, and he certainly didn’t know what it was she wanted in a man, nor did he have any idea if he evenmeta fraction of her requirements.And in truth, she did not know him, either.
But what Theodidknow, for absolute certainty, was that he meant those words with the utmost sincerity.He would give Miss Perfectanythingshe wanted, if only she asked.
Simply because hewantedto.He had so muchtogive if only the right person would give him the chance.
Could Miss Perfect be that person?
He watched as she slid the wedge of fruit into her mouth, sucking the juice out before biting down hard, the sight causing his cock to twitch once more in his dress pants, suddenly acutely aware of how hot he was.Heat ransacked his body like a fire.
Is the air conditioning on in this place?Or have we descended into hell?
Theo slurped his drink, noting the glass itself was starting to sweat as if it, too, could not handle the heat that being in this woman’s presence seemed to spark.
