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I won’t. I won’t push my thigh deeper between her legs in the hope that she’ll moan from the friction. I won’t grab her by the nape of the neck, tilt her lips to mine, and explore the taste of her smart-ass mouth.
It’d be all-too-easy, sure. A heady cocktail of body heat, rain, and darkness shield us from the outside world. I could have this girl in a heartbeat, no wining and dining necessary, and no one but me, her, and my own conscience would know about it.
Suddenly, Penelope’s hips tilt forward, her pussy sliding half an inch down my thigh.
My stomach tenses. “Don’t.”
It’s a sharp warning, delivered through the gap between my clenched teeth.
She shifts again, more deliberately this time. Her wet hair tickles my throat as she tilts her chin.
“Or what?”
It’s barely a whisper, but it’s loaded with an insolence I want to rip from her vocal cords. What that tone does to my dick should be illegal.
Blood thumping in both my temples and my cock, my mind swims with bad thoughts and my tongue is bitter with the taste of bad decisions.
I should step away from this chick. No good could ever come from her, doom card or not. But if I do, then I lose the game I started.
And I don’t like to lose.
No. She’s a kid, and I’m her boss. Gathering all the self-control I have, I tear myself away from her and shove out to the street.
Glaring at a deflating Santa bobbing lazily against a lamp post, I readjust my slacks and smooth down my shirt. I take a deep breath of damp, December air. With the rain falling from the sky cooling me down, my head clears and my common sense crawls back to me.
Jesus, I definitely stepped over the line. I guess forced proximity and bratty behavior will do that to even the most level-headed man. Still, I should apologize; that was no way to behave to a lady, even this one.
Behind me, the phone booth door slams shut, and heavy footsteps stomp off in the other direction. Sliding my hands into my pockets, I fall in step with Penelope as she bulldozes in the direction of her apartment.
“Penelope.”
She ignores me in favor of glaring at the puddles beneath us.
“You don’t have to walk me home, you know.”
“It’s three a.m.”
“I’m not your date.” She grinds to a halt, whipping around to face me. I search her eyes for any kind of fear, but surprisingly, nothing of the sort swirls behind those big, blue irises. “What happened, anyway? Didn’t get invited up for coffee?”
Despite my cock throbbing in my slacks, amusement fills me. “Is that what ladies do? Invite men up to their apartment for coffee?”
She swallows. Tightening her grip on her book, her eyes crawl down the front of my shirt, past my belt, and land on my dick. The heat of her gaze makes my fist curl tighter around the poker chip in my pocket. God help me.
“I wouldn’t know,” she whispers, stopping outside a green door. “I’m not a lady.”
And then without so much as a goodbye, she disappears behind the door and slams it shut behind her.
I stare at it in disbelief for a few moments, then turn my head to the sky and let out a humorless laugh.
This chick can’t be real.
I turn on my heel and stroll back down Main Street, Penelope’s warm pussy still branding my thigh, her insolence still dancing in my ears.
As I pass the phone booth, something slow and instinctive creeps underneath my collar, slowing me to a stop.
Surely not?
Before I can put weight to it, I slip back inside the phone booth and pick up the telephone receiver. Stab the star key, followed by the six and the nine.
And when a familiar voice of my own creation floats down the line, my laugh fills the space more than Penelope’s breathless whispers ever could.
Let the games begin, silly girl.
