She’s still touching me.
So close, I can see tiny flecks of gold in her irises.
There’s some kind of burnished copper makeup on her eyelids that accentuates the green jewel tone of her eyes. It would look ridiculous on most people, but not on her. Her energy is bright. Ebullient. She glows. Now I know how people feel when they see the northern lights. Like they’ve just witnessed something magical.
“Twenty minutes,” I push out, trying not to look at her glossy mouth.
Her martini glass shaped tits.
My God, I don’t even think she’s wearing a bra.
I’m a Green Beret, goddammit. A decorated service member. I have too much honor to lust after a college-aged girl, but here I am. Salivating over that slight swell behind the zipper of her jeans.Enough.
“Thank you,” she says, relieved, removing her hands from my shoulders. Turning away from me slightly, she bends over and picks up her overnight bag, my dick throbbing at the tight stretch of denim across her ass.
I cough hard into my fist and stuff myself back into the booth.
The girl tosses her bag onto the opposite bench and attempts to slide in, but she can’t. My legs are so thick and long, they’re blocking her.
“Um…” She chews her lip a second, then climbs into the space between my thighs, patting my knees once she’s settled. “Sothisis cozy.”
“Sorry about that,” I mutter. “I asked for a table in the giants’ section, but they were all taken.”
Laughing, she holds out a hand across the table. “No need to apologize. I’m Petra, by the way. Petra Kowolski.”
Yeah. I had a feeling she’d have a unique name. Suits her. “Order your fries, Petra, so I can send you on your way. I’m not bringing you to this wedding.”
She signals the waitress with a smile and orders fries, plus a Diet Coke. “Do you want anything?” Without waiting for me to answer, she amends the order to a double order of fries. “We can share.”
I grunt.
When is she going to notice the scarring on my face?
She hasn’t glanced at it once.
Is she ignoring it on purpose or is she not very observant?
Leaning forward, she says, “Youaregoing to let me come to this wedding, Barry, for three reasons. One, I am a makeup artist and I am highly skilled at making myself look older. I can pass for twenty-three. Easy.”
“That’s still too young.”
“Not this close to Vegas. I’ve seen girls with men old enough to be their grandpas.”
“Just because the bar is low doesn’t mean yours should be, too.”
She squints one of those green eyes at me. “The second reason you’re going to let me come to this wedding is…” She props her chin on her fists and bats her eyelashes. “I’m fun. You won’t be bored.”
“I like being bored.”
“No one likes being bored. And the third reason is…” She drops her voice to a whisper. “We’re not going to have sex, right? I might be too young in your eyes, but since we’re not gettingbusy, you get to maintain your moral high ground. No harm, no foul.”
I am stiffer than a flagpole in January as she’s saying this to me.
“Maybe that’s true and we’re not going to…” The back of my neck is hot as a stove. “Be together in that way. But people will think I’m…”
“Hitting that?”
“Jesus. Do you always talk like this?”
