Jason
“Holy hell, is that Tamara Daniels?”
“It can’t be. I know she’s hot, but damn!” says another guy from work.
Everyone’s eyes are on the entrance watching an incredibly gorgeous blond and equally gorgeous brunette enter arm in arm, looking like a couple of deer in headlights.
“Tamara?!”
A man’s voice booms from another table and the blond's head swivels quickly on her shoulders.
Tamara looks unbelievable.
The way her shorts hug her slender thighs and the thin fabric of her shirt only make me twitch and ache for her. I imagine how easy it’d be to grab those straps and slide them off her shoulders.
Shit.
I’ve got to stop thinking about it otherwise I’m never going to get rid of the pole in my pants. I’m almost thankful that her friend leads her to a booth as the people in the bar resume their normal volume and ruckus.
Reimagining last night, the way her soft skin feels against mine is stuck to my brain like glue. She’s so sexy tonight, I doubt that me and many others will be able to get the image out of our minds. I wish I could stop thinking about her. Every other woman I’ve had the pleasure of sleeping with is here today and out the next, usually. I know I’m the same way for them, but for some reason, this woman is so different.
I drain the last few drops of beer from my glass and glance around. There’s only one head still turned toward them. One head full of dark brown hair.
Kenneth.
What is it about him that doesn’t sit right with me?
“I’m heading home for the night guys,” I stand and leave.
Peanuts are hitting me with boo’s and groans.
“Where the hell are you off too, Jay? Got some gal waitin’ up for ya?” a field guy asks.
“Something like that. See you tomorrow, fellas.”
My body tightens as I walk past Tamara’s table, doing my best to pretend I never saw her come in. Like I never let my eyes lock on her made-up lips while my body aches to be close to her. I didn’t let the thoughts of us being together dance in my mind like a merry go round.
At home, I’m thankful that the night’s finally come and I can get a bit of rest and a break from my brain. My eyes close and thoughts of Tamara roam free. I can practically feel her body against mine, her warmth around me. I can taste her on my lips, but there’s someone in the background of my thoughts, unsettling me.
Kenneth.
What the hell is he hiding?
Sunlight floods my room. Morning already? My routine is quick, and I’m already on my way to work. I can’t help noticing the extra bounce in my step. I almost hate admitting that I’m excited to see Tamara. Where do I even stand with this woman? Sure, we had a hook up, but does she even want more? Can I be a one woman man? I’m sure I can. For her.
I wonder how long she and her friend had drinks at the bar last night.
Maybe she’ll be hungover. A deep chuckle rumbles from my chest as I approach the building. Now that’d be a sight. Still, maybe I should check on her. It’s the gentlemanly thing to do.
“Knock knock,” I say walking into her immaculate office.
As always, Tamara is bright-eyed, sleek, and professional. “You know you’re supposed toactuallyknock, instead of just saying it?”
“Well, I’m glad to see you too,” I say leaning in the door frame.
Tamara’s hard eye roll can’t distract me from her trying not to smile.
“Saw you at the bar last night,” I say freely, displaying my pearly whites.