Though most times he didn’t think it was sad at all. Even thinking of the single life he’d once had where he would have asked the sexy Molly back to his place.
Nope, not again.
4
SOMEONE ELSE
Molly felt eyes on her backside until she strutted through the door, but the minute she was out of sight, she let her back hunch, her old familiar posture returning when the false confidence evaporated.
How the hell had she pulled that off in there for hours?
She’d been nervous about her date with Dwayne for good reason. The guy was a douche.
Yet somehow she sat at the bar in a room full of strangers with a guy that she’d never have the courage to smile at, let alone hold a conversation with. And she flirted with him!For hours...
She was so lost in his rugged good looks, muscle-bound body, and charm that she forgot what a complete and utter nerd she was most of the time.
Was it the fitted dress that made her sit up higher and push her shoulders back? Maybe it was Dean’s eyes on her chest that she couldn’t help but notice.
Or the thong that she had no choice but to wear because any other pair of panties she had would have shown an outline in this dress.
She didn’t even own a thong. Damn Tonya for thinking of everything.
Either way, Molly found she was someone else completely tonight.
Someone that maybe she’d always secretly wanted to be.
A woman that a man like Dean talked to. Flirted with. Maybe would even ask on a date?
Did she have the guts to go back and test it another time?
That was the million-dollar question. And a million dollars was something she’d never even wanted, not in life, not in a man. Nope. Give her a simple life that she had.
But if her life was so great, why was she so giddy now when she hadn’t been before?
The only answers she had tonight were to get her butt home, change out of these clothes and shoes into her pajama pants and tank top, throw her hair up in a bun on her head, and get some sleep.
The minute she was in the door, she did all those things but sleep.
She picked up her phone, knowing that Ruby was probably sleeping. The same with Erika. Or they were at least in bed with their kids tucked in and next to their husbands now and watching TV.
Maybe having sex.
She hadn’t thought of sex in a long time, but the sight of Dean had too many thoughts swarming her brain and making her sweat in places that hadn’t seen moisture in oh so long.
After she composed her text, telling her sisters her date was a total flop like she’d feared, but the hours at a bar alone had been awesome, she sent it and told herself not to look for a response. That she could let them wait while she decided what she really wanted to share and wished she’d left the second part of the text out.
She was lying in bed staring at the ceiling and wondering how one of the worst nights of her life turned into what could almost be described as one of the most exciting.
Enough so that her hand drifted down between her legs. She was horny. She wasneverhorny.
She never looked at a guy and thought, “What would it be like to see him naked?”
But that was exactly what she thought every time Dean came back over to her at the bar.
She must have fallen asleep because the next thing she knew, the alarm on her phone was going off and she was jumping up and falling out of the bed tangled up in the sheets.
Popping up, she looked around the room almost like she thought someone might have been watching and witnessed her clumsiness.
