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Story: The Christmas Bet
“Actually, I wasn’t talking about now. I was hoping I could buy you a drink Friday night. Take you out.” Conner’s lip curls up in a slight smile.
Before I can answer, Lacy butts in, “She would love to.”
I swivel in my chair to face her. “Lacy—”
“Nope. Shush. The grownups are talking.” Lacy shoots me a look that has me zipping my lips. Though, when this is over, she and I are going to have words. “Where shall she meet you?”Shall?Who the hell is this woman, and what happened to Lacy? I widen my eyes and look at her like she has two heads.
I mouth to her, “What are you doing?” My chair suddenly turns and I’m facing Conner again. His hand is on the back of my chair as he leans slightly towards me. Oh my god, he smells good. Like a fucking goddamn forest. I try not to let it show that I’m practically drawn to him just by scent alone. Let’s not bring up how hot I was from simply touching him. Shit, I just brought it up.
“The Bar inside the Baccarat Hotel. Seven,” he says, interrupting my thoughts while looking straight at me.
I shake my head. “Wait, no, I didn’t—”
“See you there, Allison.” Conner places a hand on my arm, causing me to lose all logical thought. With my mouth wide open and my heart beating out of my chest, I watch him walk away before gathering myself and turning to mysupposedbest friend.
“What the hell was that, Lacy?” I throw my hand ups dramatically because that’s all I can do at this moment while my entire brain restarts. Yeah, the man shut my entire brain down with his manly man scent and his good looks. Damn him.
She shrugs. “What? He was hot.” She’s not wrong. He was. But still, agreeing for me to go on a date with a complete stranger was wrong.
“Lace, I don’t know him. He could be like a serial killer or something. I mean, to just come up to me and ask me out? Who the hell knows who you just set me up with!”
She nods. “You’re right. How creepy for a guy to come up to a beautiful woman at a bar and ask her out. Never in the history of dating has that been done, and he’s totally a serial killer type just for that reason.” She shakes her head and knocks back the shot of tequila in front of her. “Sometimes, you just need some dirty sex with a stud muffin. And that man is not only the stud of all stud muffins, he looks like he’s all sorts of dirty in the bedroom. He looks like he knows his way around the vagina without a compass.”
I immediately shoot her a look, my eyes wide open and my mouth agape. “Lace! Oh my god. We’re in public!”
She just shrugs at me like she could care less that she just said that out loud. But she’s not wrong, I do need some good dirty sex. Just sex. A drink and sex. And if it happens to be with an Adonis like Conner, that might not be such a bad thing. He was a bit cocky, but again, just a drink and some good dick. It’s been a while since I had a good time in bed. Dan was pretty lack luster in the bedroom. Nice looking guy, total sweetheart, but really nothing to write home about with the sex.
“Yeah, dirty sex doesn’t sound so bad. But looks can be deceiving. He might be hot as fuck, but he could completely suck in the sack.” I pick up my drink and take a sip.
The hairs on the back of my neck stand up, and I feel like I’m being watched. I glance up from my drink and my eyes meet his. A chill run downs my spine when I notice the intense look he gives me. Dirty sex. The look in his eyes is primal, like he wants to eat me from the inside out. Not that I would mind.
I force my gaze away and back to my drink.
“Well, he’s taking you to The Bar. That’s a really nice place.” Lacy turns to me and takes my hand. I look up and stare at her. “You deserve a nice, simple date with no expectation of a future. Like you said, sometimes you have to date the Mr. Wrongs to find your Mr. Right. Well, drink with that Mr. Wrong and get one step closer to your Mr. Right.”
Over my head, Michael Bublé plays above me. The notes ofIt’s Beginning to Look a Lot Like Christmasstarts to come over the speakers. I look around the bar and see the lights and decor that signal the beginning of the season hang around me. It softens me a bit.
“All right, one drink won’t hurt. He’s attractive and a bit cocky but very nice to look at, nonetheless. So, I guess one little drink won’t hurt. That’s all it’s going to be. Nothing more.”
What I don’t tell her is how I felt from his touch. How different that was, the hot feel of his skin on mine. I look back over at the table and see that him and his friends are gone. A small part inside of me is a little disappointed that I don’t have his eyes locked on me anymore. Another part of me is relieved that I can breathe without feeling the heat from his attention burning into me.
Something inside me is telling me that this won’t end like I expect it to. And I don’t know if that’s good or bad.
Chapter 4
Allison
As I stand in front of the full-length mirror of my very awesome apartment, I do a once over just to make sure I look presentable enough for a good night of drinks and dirty sex. That’s all this is, nothing more. I head back into the living area of my home to put on the final touches to my look.
I love this place. It was a total score, and it’s right outside Central Park. It’s not giant by any means, but it is six hundred square feet of space that I call my own. It’s a studio apartment that has a full-size kitchen, full bathroom, and plenty of space for not only a bed but also a couch and a table for me to eat at. Oh, and did I mention it has three closets? Yeah, three giant closets all for me. That alone is worth my rent.
There were probably a hundred outfit changes before I finally settled on my outfit for tonight. The little black dress can never be wrong. Though, this one is very conservative for the occasion, and I’m wearing it for that reason. While the skirt comes a few inches above my knees and flares just a tiny bit, the top of the dress has a round neckline, and the sleeves are sheer lace that give the dress some drama. This dress shows no cleavage, there’s no clinging to every curve; this is simply a dress that will look nice and not have him ogling me the entire night.
Drinks and sex, that’s it. I don’t need him hanging all over me, trying to butter me up. He’s going to get laid, so there is nothing else he needs to do other than buy me that drink. Then it’s a wham, bam, and get out. Simple and to the point, and we’ll see if he knows his way around a vagina, as Lacy put it. I shake my head and chuckle at her words.
I throw on my black heels and grab my purse off the couch, checking to make sure I have everything I need. My stomach twists with nerves, and I have no idea why I’m feeling this way. Maybe it’s because somehow, I was talked into going on this date with him by not only him but my best friend. I need to make a note that she gets coal in her stocking this year. A lot of coal.
The Baccarat Hotel isn’t far from my apartment, and I’m honestly thankful he chose that as the location to try and sweep me off my feet. If things go south, it’s a hop, skip and jump away from home. I make my way out of the lobby area in my apartment building and head outside to flag down a taxi.
Before I can answer, Lacy butts in, “She would love to.”
I swivel in my chair to face her. “Lacy—”
“Nope. Shush. The grownups are talking.” Lacy shoots me a look that has me zipping my lips. Though, when this is over, she and I are going to have words. “Where shall she meet you?”Shall?Who the hell is this woman, and what happened to Lacy? I widen my eyes and look at her like she has two heads.
I mouth to her, “What are you doing?” My chair suddenly turns and I’m facing Conner again. His hand is on the back of my chair as he leans slightly towards me. Oh my god, he smells good. Like a fucking goddamn forest. I try not to let it show that I’m practically drawn to him just by scent alone. Let’s not bring up how hot I was from simply touching him. Shit, I just brought it up.
“The Bar inside the Baccarat Hotel. Seven,” he says, interrupting my thoughts while looking straight at me.
I shake my head. “Wait, no, I didn’t—”
“See you there, Allison.” Conner places a hand on my arm, causing me to lose all logical thought. With my mouth wide open and my heart beating out of my chest, I watch him walk away before gathering myself and turning to mysupposedbest friend.
“What the hell was that, Lacy?” I throw my hand ups dramatically because that’s all I can do at this moment while my entire brain restarts. Yeah, the man shut my entire brain down with his manly man scent and his good looks. Damn him.
She shrugs. “What? He was hot.” She’s not wrong. He was. But still, agreeing for me to go on a date with a complete stranger was wrong.
“Lace, I don’t know him. He could be like a serial killer or something. I mean, to just come up to me and ask me out? Who the hell knows who you just set me up with!”
She nods. “You’re right. How creepy for a guy to come up to a beautiful woman at a bar and ask her out. Never in the history of dating has that been done, and he’s totally a serial killer type just for that reason.” She shakes her head and knocks back the shot of tequila in front of her. “Sometimes, you just need some dirty sex with a stud muffin. And that man is not only the stud of all stud muffins, he looks like he’s all sorts of dirty in the bedroom. He looks like he knows his way around the vagina without a compass.”
I immediately shoot her a look, my eyes wide open and my mouth agape. “Lace! Oh my god. We’re in public!”
She just shrugs at me like she could care less that she just said that out loud. But she’s not wrong, I do need some good dirty sex. Just sex. A drink and sex. And if it happens to be with an Adonis like Conner, that might not be such a bad thing. He was a bit cocky, but again, just a drink and some good dick. It’s been a while since I had a good time in bed. Dan was pretty lack luster in the bedroom. Nice looking guy, total sweetheart, but really nothing to write home about with the sex.
“Yeah, dirty sex doesn’t sound so bad. But looks can be deceiving. He might be hot as fuck, but he could completely suck in the sack.” I pick up my drink and take a sip.
The hairs on the back of my neck stand up, and I feel like I’m being watched. I glance up from my drink and my eyes meet his. A chill run downs my spine when I notice the intense look he gives me. Dirty sex. The look in his eyes is primal, like he wants to eat me from the inside out. Not that I would mind.
I force my gaze away and back to my drink.
“Well, he’s taking you to The Bar. That’s a really nice place.” Lacy turns to me and takes my hand. I look up and stare at her. “You deserve a nice, simple date with no expectation of a future. Like you said, sometimes you have to date the Mr. Wrongs to find your Mr. Right. Well, drink with that Mr. Wrong and get one step closer to your Mr. Right.”
Over my head, Michael Bublé plays above me. The notes ofIt’s Beginning to Look a Lot Like Christmasstarts to come over the speakers. I look around the bar and see the lights and decor that signal the beginning of the season hang around me. It softens me a bit.
“All right, one drink won’t hurt. He’s attractive and a bit cocky but very nice to look at, nonetheless. So, I guess one little drink won’t hurt. That’s all it’s going to be. Nothing more.”
What I don’t tell her is how I felt from his touch. How different that was, the hot feel of his skin on mine. I look back over at the table and see that him and his friends are gone. A small part inside of me is a little disappointed that I don’t have his eyes locked on me anymore. Another part of me is relieved that I can breathe without feeling the heat from his attention burning into me.
Something inside me is telling me that this won’t end like I expect it to. And I don’t know if that’s good or bad.
Chapter 4
Allison
As I stand in front of the full-length mirror of my very awesome apartment, I do a once over just to make sure I look presentable enough for a good night of drinks and dirty sex. That’s all this is, nothing more. I head back into the living area of my home to put on the final touches to my look.
I love this place. It was a total score, and it’s right outside Central Park. It’s not giant by any means, but it is six hundred square feet of space that I call my own. It’s a studio apartment that has a full-size kitchen, full bathroom, and plenty of space for not only a bed but also a couch and a table for me to eat at. Oh, and did I mention it has three closets? Yeah, three giant closets all for me. That alone is worth my rent.
There were probably a hundred outfit changes before I finally settled on my outfit for tonight. The little black dress can never be wrong. Though, this one is very conservative for the occasion, and I’m wearing it for that reason. While the skirt comes a few inches above my knees and flares just a tiny bit, the top of the dress has a round neckline, and the sleeves are sheer lace that give the dress some drama. This dress shows no cleavage, there’s no clinging to every curve; this is simply a dress that will look nice and not have him ogling me the entire night.
Drinks and sex, that’s it. I don’t need him hanging all over me, trying to butter me up. He’s going to get laid, so there is nothing else he needs to do other than buy me that drink. Then it’s a wham, bam, and get out. Simple and to the point, and we’ll see if he knows his way around a vagina, as Lacy put it. I shake my head and chuckle at her words.
I throw on my black heels and grab my purse off the couch, checking to make sure I have everything I need. My stomach twists with nerves, and I have no idea why I’m feeling this way. Maybe it’s because somehow, I was talked into going on this date with him by not only him but my best friend. I need to make a note that she gets coal in her stocking this year. A lot of coal.
The Baccarat Hotel isn’t far from my apartment, and I’m honestly thankful he chose that as the location to try and sweep me off my feet. If things go south, it’s a hop, skip and jump away from home. I make my way out of the lobby area in my apartment building and head outside to flag down a taxi.