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This is fine,I tell myself.
Healthy, even.
It's perfectly normal to flirt with an attractive woman at a bar and ask for her number. Hell, my coworkers have flings on work trips all the time.
Tomorrow, I'll go to Sugar Breeze and convince Denise Lawson to sell me her bakery. Then, I'll take Sylvia out on a date to celebrate.
And whatever happens between us after that happens.
I walk back to the bar, my footsteps echoing through the dimly lit room. As I approach, I see Sylvia waiting for me, her phone in hand, the soft glow illuminating her face. She looks up, a smile playing on her lips as she hands me her phone.
"You're just in time," she says as a sleepy little yawn escapes her lips. "It's almost time for me to turn into a pumpkin."
I swear this woman is so fucking cute I can barely stand it.
"Well, text me when you get home, princess." I chuckle as I take the phone from her and type my number into the contacts. Then, I text myself from her phone, so I'll have her number, too. "I'm guessing you and your friends don't live too far from here. But I'd like to know your carriage made it home safe."
Sylvia laughs at my joke. "Don't worry. We have a separate driver for the carriage tonight." She tucks a wispy gray stray strand of hair behind her ear. "How much do I owe you for the drinks?"
I wink. "Drinks are on the house." I walk around to her side of the counter and help her off her stool.
She slips her small hand into my much larger one, and I savor the warmth and softness of her skin. Then I press my lips to her ear. "Just promise not to tell my brother."
Sylvia laughs again and squeezes my hand. "I won't."
"Good." I reach out and tug her into my chest, wrapping her in a hug.
This is my first mistake.
Sylvia feels amazing in my arms, her soft curves fitting against me perfectly. She smells sweet, too -- like vanilla and strawberries -- and I instantly want to bury my face in her neck. It takes all of the restraint that I can muster to pull back. But a tiny part of me still doesn't want to let her go just yet. So, I decide to lean in and kiss her cheek.
This is my second mistake.
Because as soon as I start to move, Sylvia turns her head a fraction of an inch too far.
And before I know it, my lips brush against hers.
The kiss starts off innocently enough. Her lips are soft and warm against mine. But then, neither one of us pulls away. She wraps her arms around my neck and sighs against my lips. And before I know it, I'm licking my way into her mouth.
Someone behind us clears their throat loudly.
We both jerk apart, breathing heavily as we turn around. Sylvia's two friends are standing behind us, purses in hand, grinning like Cheshire cats.
"Almost ready to go,Sylvia?" the brunette friend says, drawing out Sylvia's name for some reason. "Paul is waiting for us outside."
I look down, and Sylvia looks dazed, her lips still puffy and swollen from our kiss.
For some reason, the thought of her getting picked up by another man suddenly makes me bristle, and I have to force myself to swallow down a question about who Paul is.
So, instead, I grab her hand and murmur, "Let me walk you out."
Sylvia gives her friends a sheepish smile and smooths her hair with one hand. "You guys go ahead. I'll be there in a second."
"No problem, hon," the brunette friend replies with a knowing smirk. "It was nice to meet you, Brett," she calls over her shoulder as she walks toward the door.
"Yeah, the drinks were delicious," the blonde friend echoes in a sing-song voice. "Tell your brother we'll be back."
I chuckle. "I'll be sure to let him know."
