“Anyway,” I said, tossing my hair over my shoulder. “I’m not sure you could handle a woman like me.”
What was I doing? He was buying tampons for another woman. I should be steering clear, not goading him.
But then he leaned forward, and I caught a hint of his cologne—earthy, expensive, and delicious. And I lost all sense of reason.
“Keep up with you?” he scoffed. “Sweetheart, I’d fuck you so hard, you’d forget everything but my name.”
I sucked in a jagged breath, a rush of warmth flooding my core at that deep voice and those filthy words. We were in the middle of Target, and I’d only just met him. But I could tell that he—like me—was enjoying himself. He liked to shock and awe; he liked to test the boundaries. And I began to envision all the ways we could have fun pushing those limits—together.
His dark chuckle was low in my ear, sending vibrations through my entire body like a pinball in a machine. He had the upper hand, and he knew it. But two could play at this game.
“Don’t make promises you can’t keep,” I taunted, enjoying our little tête-à-tête.
“Mm,” he growled. “Fucking tease.”
He brushed against my back as he moved past. I’d never felt the kind of instant chemistry I did with this man. It was…overpowering. Addictive. And I wanted to explore it.
My phone chimed, snapping me out of the trance and reminding me of the reason I was here.Pregnancy tests. Alexis. Shit.
“While this has been fun,” I said, backing away. “I have to get going.”
“Here.” He held up a box with the words “Personal Massager” printed on it. He tossed it to me, and I caught it.
Since when does Target sell vibrators?
“Looks like you’ll be needing that tonight,” he added.
I turned on my heel so my back was to him, flipping my hair. “Thanks. I’ve been meaning to replace my clit stimulator,” I tossed over my shoulder, enjoying the way his mouth gaped open.
I could’ve sworn I heard him ask, “Who the hell are you?” in an awed tone as I sauntered toward the end of the aisle.
I added a little extra sway to my hips, knowing he was watching. And though I hadn’t intended to buy a new vibrator, I decided he was right—I would be needing it tonight.
I’d also be needing some alcohol.
So, instead of heading for the checkout as I should’ve, I turned for the wine aisle. I made a beeline for the chilled section and reached for the last bottle of my favorite Sauvignon Blanc when a hand appeared, seemingly out of nowhere, and grabbed it first.
I narrowed my eyes at the familiar arms, turning my attention to the stupidly handsome face. “Hey! That was mine.”
“Should you really be drinking in your state?” Blondie—or Target Guy, as I’d started referring to him in my head—asked, his eyes directed at my stomach.
I crossed my arms over my chest, intensely aware of the pregnancy tests I was still holding. Alexis owed me—big-time.
“I told you,” I ground out, wanting that wine more than ever. “They’re for a friend. And that wine is mine.” I held out my hand expectantly.
He shook his head. “Nah. I don’t think so. But—” he leaned toward me, and my heart did a weird flippy thing “—we could share it.”
“I already told you—I don’t share,” I said, reiterating the fact that if he was with someone else, I wasn’t interested. That was a hard no for me.
He lifted the bottle and shook it as if it were a trophy and him the victor. “Your loss, then.” He grinned and spun the opposite direction, his long strides eating up the aisle.
“Hey!” I called as I raced after him. “Wait. Come back with my wine!”
He chuckled, and I finally caught up with him, which was no easy feat in my heels. My feet ached after a long day of back-to-school shopping with Alexis and Sophia, and I was tired.
I deserved that wine.
That wine was mine.
