“You’re a strange man.”
“Why’s that?”
“Where are you from? The big city?”
“Something like that.”
“How much do you usually pay for a drink where you’re from??
?
“$15. Sometimes more.”
She lets out a long, low whistle.
“Shit. That explains it,” she steps back and crosses her arms over her chest. This gesture just pushes her breasts up higher, and for a second, I think they’re going to pop out of the tiny, tight corset she’s wearing. Discreetly, or so I hope, I adjust myself because my cock just went rock hard.
“Explains what?”
“The crazy generosity.”
“I don’t think what I did was that generous.”
“You can think what you want,” she says. “But it was.”
“Well, consider it an investment.”
“In me?”
I nod slowly and reach for my drink. I lift the glass to my lips and sip it slowly. It’s hard not to down the entire thing in one gulp. I’ve always been a sucker for scotch, and looking at the beautiful woman just makes me want to drink it faster. I want to feel my skin start to warm and my body come alive. I want to just focus on her.
It’s terrible, but I’m already wondering what it might be like to take her home, to kiss her, to touch her.
“In you,” I say.
“And why would you be investing in me?”
“Well, like you pointed out, I’m new in town.”
“What does that have to do with me?”
“Perhaps you could offer me some advice,” I say slowly. A smile spreads across my lips. Yes, advice. That’s what she could give me.
Not her body.
I’m not supposed to want women I’ve only just met.
I’m not supposed to want to lay her down and devour her like a delicious feast.
I’m not supposed to want to bite and nip at her skin until she’s growling under me.
She hesitates, but she’s curious. Intrigued.
“What kind of advice?”
“Where to go, where to eat, where to play.”
“Play?”