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Now I was not only motivated to change her mind but intrigued about why she’d begun our interaction shutting down any possibilities. My first thought was she was taken. There was no ring, so not married or engaged.
“Is that so?”
“Very much,” she stated with certainty.
“Do you mind if I ask why?”
“Why?”
“Why you’re so confident you’re not interested in me or what I might offer.”
The shoulder length hair she wore in lazy chocolate spirals concealed the side of her face until she tucked some behind her ear. After a brief pause, she narrowed her eyes slightly. The way her lips pursed then relaxed had my focus drawn to them but her voice… That smoky, alluring voice brought my eyes back to hers. For some reason, I wanted to see the words as she spoke them along with the expressiveness in her eyes to determine how truthful she was.
“You are attractive with those dark eyes highlighted by flecks of hazel, your rich dark skin, silky black beard, waves in a classic fuck boy Caesar cut. The tattoos are a nice addition, juxtaposed against the very expensive suit you’re wearing. It’s custom tailored, right?”
I smiled and nodded.
Perceptive. I liked that.I also liked how she smirked with each detail she rattled off.
“You’re sexy, smooth, arrogant in a confident, not cocky, way. More convinced than conceited and you’re also rich. All of the above remind me of the reason I’m here at the bar. So, to answer your question, I’m not interested in you or anything you might offer. I’ve already had both in one version or another and wasn’t impressed.”
This woman was perfect.
She was dealing with a broken heart or bruised one at the least, which meant she had no interest in anything beyond sex.IfI could convince her to be open to the idea.
She was sexy and had been recently disappointed by another man. If she allowed me the privilege, I could reinstate her faith in the male species.
“I have one more question for you and pending your answer, I’ll leave you alone or you can listen to what I have to offer.”
Those pools of ebony narrowed again. I could see her warring internally about whether to entertain me or tell me to fuck off. I was pleased when she asked, “What’s your last question?”
“You said you weren’t impressed. Was that with him in general or the physical aspect of your relationship?”
She slowly raised a brow. “Are you asking if sex was the problem?”
“I am.”
“If I say yes, are you going to convince me you can make up for what he lacked? And if I say no, are you going to try to convince me you can elevate my experience?”
I lifted my glass, took in a slow drag of bourbon, and turned to face her. “It seems you have me figured out. Regardless of your answer, my goal is to convince you I can offer a far better experience, but only one night. That’s all it can be, so consider me safe. You get to enjoy the best sex of your life, I get to celebrate my divorce, and neither of us has to think about the other ever again.”
I knew if she agreed and allowed me between her legs, she wouldn’t have the pleasure of never thinking about me again. With what I planned for this woman; it would be impossible to not revisit the memories. However, I still offered that as a compromise. I had years to make up for and I wanted her.
Years of mediocre sex with my wife because she never really wanted me, followed by years of no sex at all. I planned on blessing a special woman with all that pent up repression while thoroughly pleasing them in ways they could never imagine possible. Afterwards, I would walk away and never look back. I hoped the woman sitting next to me would be the one. I had a feeling she wouldn’t disappoint. Which was important because neither would I.
“You’re celebrating a divorce with a one-night stand?”
“I am.”
“And if I’m not willing to agree?”
“I’ll find someone who is. However, I must say I’d prefer it be you.”
“Why me?”
I kept my eyes trained on her face. Sure, she was sexy, intriguing, and a challenge I was more than willing to conquer, but I didn’t want her thinking my dedication to changing her mind was only physical. Women tended to hate being viewed as only sexual conquests even in situations such as ours.
“Something about you feels right.”
