“I’m sorry. Didn’t see you,” I apologize, somehow managing to make my mouth form coherent words.
“No problem. I wasn’t looking where I was going,” she says breathlessly, her cheeks flushed a soft pink. “Excuse me, I-I need to go.”
She extricates herself from my arms and hurries for the exit, disappearing from view. I’m left standing there in a state of shock, my cock pointing after her like a horizontal exclamation point. My dick hasn’t hoisted the flag for a woman in years so that in itself feels like a minor fucking miracle.
The blood returns to my brain in a rush. Galvanized into action, I take off after her, but there's no sign of her by the time I get outside.
Fuck!
I need to find her, but I don’t know the first thing about her. I run a frustrated hand through my hair, climbing behind the wheel of my Bentley and starting the engine.
I sit there for endless minutes, engine running, recalling vivid green eyes and soft curves. I feel like I’ve just had a glimpse into my future. The curvy nymph who was made to be mine literally just fell into my arms.
I don’t know how, but I’m going to find my raven-haired beauty.