“Nah, not a workaholic. I like to think of myself as driven.”
“Makes two of us then,” she agrees, and I start noticing her slowly opening up to me.
She’s not the most social of women, that much I’ve realized, but still…being around her feels like sitting in front of a fireplace during winter: you just can’t move away.
“Boyfriend? Husband?” I ask her, and I immediately feel like a fucking tool.
Am I seriously asking her these lameass questions? Seriously, what’s wrong with me? I’m used to pulling tail easily, but it seems that Dr. Beautiful has somehow reigned in my inner Casanova.
“No.” She shakes her head, her eyes still locked on mine. For a couple of seconds, we remain in silence, simply staring into each other’s eyes. The temperature in the room rises, my heart picks up the pace, and I feel my cock coming to life between my legs.
Before I can stop myself, nine dangerous words leave my lips.
“What do you say we get out of here?”
Three
Samantha
Stop.
Seriously, let’s stop for a minute so I can gather my thoughts. This can’t be happening, right? Am I seriously leaving the bar in the company of a stranger? Am I seriously going to let this guy drive me to God knows where?
Well...seems like it, doesn’t it?
“I don't do this kind of stuff, you know?” I find myself saying as I sit inside his sports car, placing both my hands on top of my knees and looking down at my feet.
My cheeks are burning, and I can’t even muster the courage to look him in the eye. Why am I feeling this embarrassed right now?
“What kind of stuff?” he asks me, genuinely confused. “We’re not robbing a bank. You know that, don’t you?”
“It’s not that…” I start, trying to look for the right words. “It’s just that—”
“You don’t want me to judge you,” he finishes my sentence, doing it more perfectly than I could’ve ever done.
He’s right—I don’t want him to judge me just because I got inside a car within a few minutes of getting to know him. Between you and me, this is the first time I’ve ever done anything like this. What this is, I’m still not sure.
“Look,” he continues, reaching for me and gently placing one hand under my chin. He makes me turn to the side, and my gaze meets his. “I’m not going to judge you for anything…and if someone ever judges you, that’s because they’re fucking losers. You’re the most beautiful woman that has ever stepped foot inside my bar. You’re a successful surgeon, and the rest….well, it’s just fucking peanuts. So, hold your head high, yeah?”
“Thank you,” I manage to say, not exactly knowing what to respond.
Yeah, he’s absolutely right about it…but I can’t say I’m used to having a handsome man like him trying to boost my self-confidence. But, hey, he sure as hell seems to have a talent for it, because the next words that leave my mouth are so out-of-character that I can’t even recognize myself.
“Do you know where The Bradford is? I live there, and it’s just right around the corner.”
Yup—I crossed that imaginary line, the one separating the old Sam from the brave and fearless one—the Sam that can already imagine herself waking up in bed with a stranger by her side.
Well, as long as that stranger is Brad, that’s fine with me. I mean, have you looked at him? Tall, built like a Greek marble statue, and with the most delicious grin I’ve ever seen.
Not to mention that he has his manliness perfectly counterbalanced by a deep-seated kindness—a perfect gentleman, if there has ever been one. I just hope he’s not a gentleman inside the bedroom.
Oh my god, did I actually think that? I sooo need to get laid.
We arrive at The Bradford five minutes later, and he parks the car right in front of the entrance. By the time we get there, it’s started raining heavily, the rain pattering down on the pavement hard, the sound of it a constant drumming.
I’m about to leave the car, my hand already on the door’s handle, when I notice two people standing right in front of the building’s entrance. Narrowing my eyes to see past the rain, I immediately recognize Emilia and Evan.
These two have been dating—at least it sure as hell seems like it, judging by the way they look at each other whenever they’re in the same room. But it doesn’t look like they’re being romantic toward each other right now. In fact, it looks exactly like the opposite.