“What kind of fantasies have you got?”
She shook her head. “You’re redeeming yourself from the bad start, but not enough to segue from comics to sex.”
“I don’t remember specifying the type of fantasy, but now that you mention it... I’m curious. I feel like I’m the only one sharing.”
She was pretty sure she’d shared more than she intended to. It was working for her though, and she wasn’t interested in turning back now. The only problem with that was she never meant to share details. “Nope. Even if you had broken my defenses down that far, I’d tell you, you’d be bothered, and the night would be over.”
He frowned. “You don’t get off on guys licking your shoes, do you? Because I’ve sworn off groveling outside of office hours. Especially if I’m not getting paid.” His tone started as serious, but shifted back to playful by the end of the sentence.
Or she’d imagined it was anything but lighthearted. “It’s not that. I promise.”
“Now I’m curious. You’ve built it up enough that, once you tell me, it’ll seem like nothing and we’ll both laugh it off.”
She doubted that, but the challenge to shock him was enough to loosen her tongue. The hope he would be put off after all made up her mind for her. “One of my favorites? Being with two guys at once.”
“Why would that bother me?”
“It doesn’t threaten your masculinity or make you feel inadequate?” She expected at least a hint of recoil.
He shrugged. “It’s a fantasy. But if you’d like to make it real, I can see if my friend’s done working for the night. Women love him. Italian accent. Tall, dark, and handsome. The two of us could make your night.” He reached toward his jeans. “I’ll call him.”
She grabbed his wrist, and a jolt of want raced through her. “I appreciate the offer, but it’s calledfantasyfor a reason.”
“Then you don’t want company?”
“In my fantasy? You’re already there.” She hadn’t meant to admit that, but she was glad the confession was out there. Images of this man and his faceless friend teased and tempted her. Why had she stopped him from making that call? Right. She might be up for bold tonight, and would even sayyesif he wanted to take this conversation somewhere more private, but she wasn’t willing to shedallher inhibitions yet.
“I was thinking something more outside of your head but with less background noise than here. Like my place.” He stood and offered his hand. When she grasped his fingers, he tugged her to her feet. He dipped his head and trailed his lips along the edge of her ear. “No expectations. Unless you’re into lengthy arguments about whether Green Lantern was a better movie than Batman Forever.”
“That’s not a lengthy conversation. It was Batman.” Who the hell was this guy? Cocky asshole, closeted geek, or something in between she couldn’t quite place her finger on? It was enough to ratchet her curiosity up several notches. She wanted to find out more and had just enough Jack flowing through her veins to strip away her reservations.
He searched her face and asked, “Yesorno?”
“Yes.”
Chapter Three