Page 8 of Wanting His Girl

Images start running rampant through my mind, and everything I see is unspeakable.

Melanie sprawled across a desk or bent over one. Her thighs spread wide or wrapped around me. My head between her legs or hovering just over her shoulder while I take her from behind.

I’ve never been much of an office guy, but hell, if seeing her like this doesn't make me consider using the one at my bar.

I clear my throat and force myself back into reality.

"Morning, baby. You look nice today.”

Melanie beams at my words. Then she looks down at her outfit and gives this little twirl that has me grinning like an idiot.

Damn, this girl is adorable.

She looks up at my cheesy expression, and a blush creeps onto her cheeks, "Sorry, it's just a force of habit."

“Don’t be. It was cute.”

Then I reach for her hand and gently thread my fingers through hers.

It’s a bit of a bold move on my part. But Melanie doesn’t pull away. Instead, she just blushes again and lets me lead her down the pathway to my truck.

"Special occasion at the museum?" I ask, guiding her toward my truck.

"No, just trying out some new outfits," she explains, sliding into the passenger seat. "I have a big presentation next week and I’m trying to decide what to wear. I'm pitching an idea for our spring community event."

“That sounds cool. What sort of event?"

She turns to me with a sparkle in her eye. "I was thinking about having an exhibit of local artists. It feels important to highlight the talent in our community. Art has a way of bringing people together, know?”

Her words ignite a spark in me. I love her passion, her drive. As I start the truck, I can't help but steal a glance at her. She's looking out the window, but there's a warmth radiating from her that wasn't there before.

"That sounds like a good idea," I reply. "Local artists deserve recognition, too."

The smile Melanie gives me calms my nerves. Boone was right. Who cares about our age difference?

"Speaking of good things," I begin, feeling a surge of confidence. "How about dinner with me this Friday?"

She blushes. "Dinner sounds good. Where did you have in mind?"

"I was thinking we could go to the Chocolate Moose Café. And afterward, I have a little surprise for you."

"What should I wear?" Melanie asks, her voice tinged with a mixture of excitement and uncertainty.

I laugh, the sound more heartwarming than I intend. "Whatever you want, gorgeous. You look good in everything.”

Another shy smile graces her lips as she nods. "Great, then it's a date."

We pull up to her job a few minutes later. Before she can escape the confines of the truck, I'm already on her side opening the door for her.

Then, as soon as she steps out, I lean down and capture her mouth in a deep kiss.

My tongue seeks entrance into her mouth while she tangles her fingers in my shirt fabric. When we break apart, she looks slightly stunned and breathless.

"See you Friday, baby," I whisper.

Chapter Four

MELANIE

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