She stops and turns to face me. “What is going on, sis? I’m not leaving until you tell me what’s up.”
I roll my eyes. Honey always was the one that was more levelheaded. She’s kept me out of more trouble than I want to admit. “Nothing.” And then I shake my head, not wanting to lie to my sister. “I want to be alone with Ozzie.”
“You just met him,” she says, her eyes wide.
“Yeah, well, I know what I want. So will you please go?”
She grabs my arm. “Ginger, what are you doing? This isn’t like you.”
“It’s not like I’m going to ask him to have sex with me on the table or anything.” I roll my eyes, acting as if I’m offended ,but in reality, if given the opportunity, I can’t deny that the thought of doing just that isn’t tempting.
Honey, always one to look at all angles of a situation, persists. “You rode here with me. How will you get home?”
“I will call you if I need a ride.”
Finally, Honey turns. “I don’t like this, but I’ll go.”
I squeal a little. “I love you, sis. I’ll call you later.”
Honey walks out the door, and I turn back toward the counter. I fluff my hair and straighten my shirt that’s hanging off my shoulder and then take a few deep breaths.
“Hey, I’m done,” Ozzie says as he walks into the lobby.
He’s looking around the room, and I feel I have to explain. “Honey had to go.”
He doesn’t question why, only asks me, “Do you want to reschedule?”
“No, I’m good. I mean I’m ready,” I stutter, shaking my head.
He smiles then. His sleeves are rolled up to his elbows, showing off all the tattoos on his arms. He crosses them on his chest, and even though he’s smiling at me, his face is still guarded. “Great. So did you figure out what you want?”
“You,” I say loud and clear. Even from where I’m standing I can see his eyes darken. My panties are soaked, knowing exactly what I want from Ozzie. And it’s when the silence continues that I realize how hard I’m staring at him almost as if I’m daring him to come and take me right now that it hits me. Oh heck, did I just say that out loud?
He walks toward me, slow and steady, his eyes never leaving mine. His nostrils are flared, there is heat in his eyes, and I swallow hard. Yep, I definitely said it out loud.
3
Ozzie
I’ve never been more turned on in my life. When I first saw the curvy woman with Honey, my cock came to life in my jeans. I stare back at her, and it’s obvious she’s attracted to me, but I keep my face expressionless. She’s beautiful, and as I move closer to her, she doesn’t back down or act embarrassed. She juts her chin out me as if daring me to claim her. Her dark brown eyes are intense staring back at me, and when I get so close I inhale and almost taste her sweet cherry scent, I hold back a groan that is dying to come out.
“What did you say?” I ask her, wanting her to repeat herself and hear it again that it’s me that she wants. I know this is a fantasy and it’s one I can’t get carried away with, but I can’t stop myself from wanting it to last a little longer.
She pulls her shoulders back and stands up straighter. Her large breasts are pressed tightly against her shirt, and the little bumps of her hard, pebbled nipples are almost begging to be claimed. I fist my hands at my sides, waiting to see what her next move is.
“You heard me.” She smiles. “I want you.”
I revel in it. Her husky voice sounding off the art-covered walls causes me to tremble in ways I haven’t in a long time. But instead of taking her word for it, I still have to point out the obvious. “You don’t even know me.”
As if realizing what she’s saying, she shakes her head. “You’re right. I don’t know you. But that doesn’t mean I don’t want you.” She holds her hand out to me. “My name is Ginger McGee. I own the Rosewood Produce Stand with my sister, Honey, who you know since you’re friends with David.” She trails off, still holding her hand out, and I know I shouldn’t, but I reach out and wrap my hand around her smaller one. She smiles and continues. “I’m twenty-three years old, and my family and friends say I’m a flirt and that my mouth is going to get me into trouble one day.”
She finishes on a huff with a red face. I know I’ve held her hand too long, but I don’t want to let it go. I can chalk it up to the fact I haven’t been attracted to a woman in a long time, but I know that’s not it. There’s something about Ginger McGee. She’s fun and flirty, but even knowing that, I also know there’s an innocence about her. She makes me want to take her upstairs with me. But I can’t. She thinks she likes me, or wants me right now, but the truth is she doesn’t know anything about me, and the second she does, she’s going to probably go running out the front of my shop.