“Nope,” she replied. “You can get me to spill all my secrets by forcing me to eat a runny, yucky yoke.”
She actually shuddered just talking about it, which made me smile.
“We want you to tell us your secrets, Angel, no torture involved,” Bennett told her.
She blushed and glanced up at Bennett, which allowed me to see her in profile. Her hair was pulled back into a low ponytail with a few escaped curls framing her face. She had on a little makeup, mascara and some color on her lips. Those full lips I remembered tasting the night before.
She was so fucking pretty, and today, to make my dick as pissed at me as possible, she wore a dress. Pale blue with little white flowers and a jean jacket on top. Still, I just had to tuck my fingers into the knee-length hem and raise it up to see her pretty panties. And those, per my dick which was thinking for me right now, could be slid to the side so I could sink into her. She’d be wet and hot and fit me like a fucking glove.
I shifted in my seat, trying to get comfortable. I had a feeling I was going to be like this—walking around with a lead pipe wedged inside my jeans—until I got inside her. Even then, I doubted one time would be enough to sate the thing.
“We hardly know each other well enough for that,” she murmured.
Bennett laughed out loud, the nearest table turning to look our way. “Angel, we might have met yesterday, but we know each other. What kind of toothpaste you use, if you drink milk from the carton, that kind of stuff doesn’t matter. Can’t you feel it?”
Her eyes widened at his words.
“This pull?”
Pull, that was a good word for this. If I were younger, I’d say crush. Infatuation. Obsession, even. But it wasn’t any of those things. The way I felt for her was real. Powerful. And it hadn’t even been a day, but I knew. I wanted her, no matter the toothpaste she used. I just had to hope she felt the same toward me.
The waitress returned with three coffee mugs, a large carafe and a small dish of creamers. This was the best high-octane coffee around, and I poured a cup, then slid it in front of Julia.
“Thanks,” she said, turning those emerald eyes my way. She reached for a creamer, added it.
“You said you’re in marketing,” I began, pouring one for Bennett, then myself. Bennett had headed into pretty heavy territory so it was time to lighten it up a bit. “Gus said you’re the best out there.”
One eyebrow winged up. It was a touch darker in color than her hair, which made me wonder if her pussy would be darker as well.
She rolled her eyes. “He’s my brother so he has to say that. Besides, he’s a science geek and doesn’t think about business stuff, just taking care of animals. But, yes, to answer your question, I studied it in college.”
“You work for yourself?” Bennett asked.
“After graduation, I worked for a company in Helena for a year. My friend from school started a firm and wanted me to work for her. She was fine with me living here as long as I traveled to clients when needed. It’s been four years now.”
“You must travel a lot then,” I said. Small town Montana wasn’t the mecca for marketing clients.
She shrugged, stirred her coffee. “I do, but I don’t mind it.”
“Gus said you’ve been traveling all the time these days.”
She took a sip of coffee and pursed her lips. “Gus says an awful lot.”
Bennett took her hand and gave it a squeeze. “Trust me, we aren’t interested in Gus.”
She sighed, which made her tits rise beneath her dress. Fuck, yes, I noticed.
“Last year, I took a number of small projects in Dallas and Salt Lake. More recently, I took a big one in Portland and was gone for two months in one stretch, then a few other trips since.”
The waitress brought our meals. Although it was close to lunch, I had the hungry man breakfast, Bennett the club sandwich and Julia had the waffle with a side of bacon and hash browns. Thank fuck she wasn’t a salad girl.
“Do you have to head out again soon?” B
ennett asked, pulling a toothpick from a section of his sandwich.
“Not this weekend.” She looked to him, gave a sly smile. “Next month, perhaps. I’ve earned some time at home.”
“That’s good,” I said. We’d just found her. I wasn’t interested in doing long distance. Phone sex across town was far enough.