Page 32 of Under Her

Holy fuck.

She’s wearing a black lace dress. Her lips are red, hair down and poker straight, falling past her shoulders.

She looks fucking gorgeous.

It’s going to be hard not to get hard tonight.

“Hey. You look nice.” Hot. Fuckable.

“Oh. Thanks. You, too.”

I’m wearing a dark red shirt, which is oddly the same color as her lips, and black pants.

“I was worried I was going to be the last one here. Traffic was a nightmare.”

“You drove?”

“Took a cab.” She smiles.

“What do you want to drink? I ordered a bottle of red for the table, but I wasn’t sure what you’d want.”

“I’m not a red-wine drinker. Gives me the worst hangovers.”

I wave our waitress over. She approaches the table wearing a smile that dips when she sees Morgan sitting beside me, but Morgan doesn’t seem to notice.

“What can I get you?” she asks Morgan.

“I’ll have a vodka, soda, and lime, please.”

Our waitress swivels on her heel and disappears off. But it’s not her I’m looking at or thinking about. It’s the woman sitting next to me.

The woman I work with.

The woman I want to fuck more than I’ve ever wanted to fuck anyone before.

“Did you mention anything about my idea to your parents?”

I shake my head. “I thought you’d want to tell them.”

She smiles at me, her eyes warming, and I get the feeling again, like I’ve won something really important.

Our waitress appears with my beer, the red wine, and Morgan’s drink.

“Thanks,” Morgan says as the drink is put in front of her.

Her attention is back on me, but my eyes never left her.

We’re staring at one another, and I feel like I should say something.

“Your lips match my shirt.”

Really, Cross? That’s the best you could come up with?

For fuck’s sake.

She laughs softly. “So they do. At least, if I get lipstick on you, it won’t show.” Then, she realizes what she said. “Not that I plan on getting my lipstick on you. I just meant…” Her face is bright red now, and I’m as amused as I am turned on. “Oh Christ. You know what I meant.” She picks up her drink and takes a big gulp.

I chuckle.