“I know. Me too,” she answered, feeling the pull of me as her eyes blinked and she licked her lips with a shyness that caught my attention.
I couldn’t help myself. The fire, the wine, the most beautiful woman sitting next to me… I pulled her head to mine and planted my lips on hers, biting her top lip to make her feel my need for her.
She gasped and then pulled away. “Damon, what if we wake Alexis?” she asked, looking at me with her doe eyes.
“She won’t wake up until morning. We can go to my room.” I gave her my sexiest bedroom eyes. I had to take her. It was so hard to wait.
She bit her bottom lip, hesitating, and apart from Alexis, I couldn’t understand why. “Damon, I have something to tell you.”
I fell deeply into her stare, which was like a spell that had been placed on me. “What is it?” I asked, hoping she didn’t have a newfound boyfriend.
“It’s kind of embarrassing because I’m twenty-five. I’m actually still a virgin.”
My heart raced at her unexpected words. It was nearly unbelievable to me that this was even possible. “Really? Are you sure?”
“Yes, I’m sure. In high school, I had a boyfriend, and I was going to do it with him, but he ended up with Samantha. And I was going out with a guy a few months back, but he got angry, so we never—well, you know.”
She was uncomfortable, so I let it go even though I wanted her desperately. “I’ll see you to the door. I’m sorry for pushing.”
We got to the door, and she placed a kiss on my cheek. It was the nicest, sweetest thing she’d done so far. “I’ll see you tomorrow. Thanks for the wine.”
I felt completely helpless as she left. A virgin? Fuck. That was totally unexpected. The worst thing was, now I wanted her even more. Goddamn. A virgin, really? It was mind-blowing.
Chapter 8
Karly
The day with Alexis was good, as it always was. She’d had another wonderful time at kindergarten, singing songs and making a paper hat with big orange flowers on it. I was happy she’d met Riley, a newcomer from another class. But I felt strange because Damon hadn’t tried to kiss me since after dinner. Maybe he was turned off by my predicament. Being a virgin at the age of twenty-five was unusual, and it might have been the reason for his friend-zone behavior. I guessed it was weird to be a virgin. I mean, it wasn’t for me, but to a man like Damon Jacobs, it probably was. Definitely.
The phone rang in my living room. “Hello. Karly speaking.”
“Hey there, Karly speaking! It’s your best friend here, wanting to take you out for a night on the town.”
“Um, I’m not really in the mood, but I guess I could for a little while. And only because it’s you.”
“Oh my god! Dawson Blake is going to be at the club tonight. He’s newly single and ready to mingle, according to my sources on the subject.”
“How is a guy with two first names going to be husband material?” I asked, obviously teasing her.
“Well, I’m looking for banging material, and the abs on that guy are so hot, my eyes hurt. He took his shirt off in the gym on Tuesday, and everyone drooled over him, even the gay guys.”
I laughed at her. She’d probably still be hooking up when she was eighty-nine and living with three hundred and sixty-two cats for company.
I tried to tell her my thoughts. “You do know that all that glitters isn’t always gold.”
“Shut up! Don’t rain on my Dawson parade. He’s hotter than chili sauce, or that wasabi Asian sauce that burns your whole mouth. I need to get my hair and nails done. Be at the club by nine, and we’ll look as sexy as hell together. His friend Antony will be there too. I hear he’s hung like a horse.” She hung up.
I laughed at her excitement. She loved Wednesday nights at the club. They usually played retro music, and there were always more guys than girls. I wasn’t really in the mood, but I hadn’t seen her in a while since I’d started working for Damon. It would be good to see her. It was probably just what I needed to keep me sane. I hadn’t been able to stop thinking about him since I’d left work. In fact, I hadn’t really been concentrating on much at all after that first kiss. God, it was like milk and honey, the perfect blend of “way too good to be true.”
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We sat in our booth and perused the men at the bar. “You told him you’re a virgin?” asked Sarah as she sipped on her slippery nipple. Her mouth was opened up like a hyena’s.