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I shake my head and shove my phone back in my pocket, smiling, then look up at the woman staring curiously at me. She’s turned on her bar stool. Her bare legs crossed, and the delicate white cotton dress riding up perfect, creamy thighs.
Holy fucking hell.
“How old are you?” I ask because I’m pretty damn sure this girl is young. Not–I’m a creep for looking–young. But I’ve definitely got her beat by a few years.
Long black lashes kiss her cheeks as she takes another sip before she lifts her eyes to mine. “Old enough that my ID isn’t fake.”
Fuck... I like her attitude. Confidence is fucking sexy.
And this woman has confidence in spades.
“What exactly does your ID say?” I push back.
She pulls her little straw from her glass and points it at me like she’s wielding a weapon. “You say your momma taught you manners, yet you still ask a lady how old she is.” She tsks. “Shame. I bet she’d yell at you for that.”
The straw goes back into the glass before she nails me with a single look, wraps her lips around the straw, and sucks. My dick comes alive in a way it hasn’t in fucking months. In all reality, it’s probably been closer to years. Ways it shouldn’t with this girl.
“Does that ID say a name or am I just supposed to call you Cinderella all night? You gonna leave me your shoe before hopping in your pumpkin?”
A slow, pretty smile spreads across her face. “I was more of a Rapunzel fan. But I guess it’ll do. Although Rapunzel had the hottest prince.” She looks me up and down, and if it’s possible, her smile grows even more dazzling. “Has anyone ever told you, you’d make a pretty good Flynn Rider?” She cocks her head to the side, assessing. “Maybe more the size of Kristoff though... Not that you know who they are, I’m sure.”
I don’t bother telling her I know every Disney prince and princess, thanks to my daughter, Kerrigan.
Who knew a three-year-old and a grown woman would have the same taste in movies?
“Shit,” she mumbles, bringing me out of my thoughts and ducks her head.
I look around, but nothing looks off. “What’s wrong?”
“No...No. No,” she chants quietly, then leans in closer to me. Her sun-kissed skin nearly glows in the dim lighting, and warmth emanating from her pulls me in as her hand moves to grip the front of my t-shirt. “Listen, I know you don’t know me, but I swear I’m not crazy,” she whispers quickly.
“Not sure I buy that, but okay. You’re not crazy.” She is suredrivingme crazy though.
Her delicious scent wraps around me, and my mouth waters.
Cherries dipped in vanilla, mixed with temptation.
A whole lot of temptation.
And I have to fight the overwhelming urge to touch her when a lock of her soft hair slides forward and tickles the side of my face.
What the hell is it about this girl?
“I need you to be my boyfriend for five minutes.”
“What–”
She pulls me closer, cutting me off. “I’m really sorry. But I’m going to kiss you now.” The sentence comes out more like one long word as wild eyes plead for me to go with it.
What the?—
She presses her lips against mine. Silky smooth and soft. They linger on mine long enough for me to get a hint of a taste. A tiny tease of a touch that doesn’t satisfy anything. Then just as quickly, they’re gone.
Over before it started, this crazy, beautiful blonde pulls back, giggling with her hand still clutching the front of my shirt.
From the outside, it probably looks like we were sharing a private joke.
In our own world.
