“I see you’ve already gone through the book Abby got you for your birthday and found another one.”
“And?” she answers, glaring daggers at me.
I scroll down the page and come across an article on role playing. That’s Ava’s story. She doesn’t do vanilla sex. She likes for her and her partner to dress up and act out unconventional sex scenes. Some of them are pretty damn kinky and downright dirty. But some of the ones I’ve witnessed were hot as hell.
The bell over the door jingles, and I look up just in time to see a blonde in a blue shirt whizz by us. My eyes follow her plump ass until she turns a corner that leads to the bathrooms and disappears from view.
What can I say? I’m an ass man.
I look back down at Ava’s phone, and one particular suggestion catches my attention. It’s a girl being kidnapped by a sexy hit man, then being given an aphrodisiac, which makes her hungry with sexual need. And of course, the hitman takes advantage.
I turn the phone around and point to the screen. “Do that one.”
Ava snatches her phone back, baring her teeth at me, before looking down at what I pointed at.
“Done it,” she mutters, without looking up. “Multiple times.”
“How’s business coming along?” I ask Nathan. There’s no helping Ava. I get the sense she’s done just about every role play out there.
“It’s good. I need to hire a couple more guys, but other than that, things are running smoothly.”
After working years as a security guard for some of the top companies, Nathan decided to open up his own security firm. But instead of only offering security guard services, he’s branching out into personal security details. The last I heard he already landed several well-known clients.
“I know it’s still early, but any chance you’re going to branch out? Open up firms in other locations?”
“That’s the plan,” Nathan answers with a short nod.
The flash of blue that flew by us a few minutes ago comes walking out of the small hallway at a slower pace. I track her body as she nears our table. Her head is bent as she digs around in her purse, so I can only see the top of her face, but the rest of her body is very curvy. Her breasts are full and almost popping out of the cotton sleeveless top she’s wearing. The yoga pants she has on mold to her plump ass and flared hips perfectly. Her long blonde hair is loose and falling over one shoulder. She’s gorgeous and my dick takes notice. Although she doesn’t look the type to be into letting people watch her with a partner, I wonder if she can be persuaded.
As she nears our table, I decide to try my luck.
In a tone I use that always works to lure women in, I say, “Hey there, honey, what’s your name?”
She stops digging in her purse and looks at me with soft brown eyes. “Excuse me?”
“You’re name, beautiful.” I give her a smile meant for seduction.
“Why?” she asks suspiciously.
Ava snickers across the table at her reluctance and the woman shoots her a look, before looking back at me. I ignore the snicker and look.
“You’re a beautiful woman. Is it wrong for a man to want to know a beautiful woman’s name?”
“It is when there’s a motive behind wanting to know her name.”
Nathan chuckles, which earns him a kick underneath the table from me.
“Isn’t there usually a motive behind wanting to know a person’s name? You don’t go around asking for random people’s names, do you?
“What’s your motive?” she asks, tilting her head to the side and shifting on her feet.
I shrug, like it’s no big deal, and tell her honestly, “I want to fuck you.”
The woman’s eyes bug out at that, before her eyes crinkle at the corners and she starts laughing. My two bastard friends join in her mirth. I don’t laugh, but I do smile. It’s not really funny, just the simple truth, but she looks even more beautiful laughing. I may have my kinks and like to play with women, but I’m honest. They know what I want; if not from my words, my actions say it loud and clear.
Once the woman gets herself under control, she wipes tears from her eyes and meets mine again. “You don’t get laid very often do you?”
“Dude, I like this one,” Ava inputs, and I once again ignore her.
I snicker, because now it’s funny. She has no fucking clue how many women I’ve had and how many more want me. I’m not cocky, it’s the simple truth. I can’t help that women fawn over me. The fault lies with my parents, because they procreated and made me.
“On the contrary, honey, I’ve fucked many women.”
“Well, you won’t be fucking this one. I’m married.” She holds up her hand and shows off a big diamond on her ring finger that I didn’t notice before because it was stuffed in her purse.
I cringe, because now I feel like an asshole. I may not be picky, but one thing I don’t do is mess around with married women.
“Fuck,” I grumble.