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Authors: Susan Ann Wall
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want to go back to your place?” she struggled to form the words with his lips still touching hers.
“If we go back to my place, we both know what’s going to happen.” If she didn’t understand his words, that sexy curve of his lips would have given him away.
“I’m fine with that,” she said.
“Stacie,” he said on a long breath as his lips continued to caress hers. “Baby, I really want to make love to you again. I’d also like to get to know you.”
The way he said her name, emphasizing the word want, practically had her reeling from an orgasm right there in the ferry terminal. Convincing herself that she wasn’t interested in the getting to know you part of the evening was the problem. Everything about Owen was intriguing…his sensuous touch, the way the rest of the world disappeared when he looked at her, his poetic banter. He said he wanted to make love, not just have sex.
Good Gatsby, when was the last time Greg had said he wanted to make love to her? Had he ever? All Stacie could remember was him asking if she wanted to do it or if she was in the mood . His bedroom talk had been as much of a turn off as the rest of his khaki personality.
Stacie felt like Sybil, struggling with multiple personalities. There was the one that wanted to feel the heated touch of Owen’s skin and just indulge in the sexy fling with no strings attached. Then there was the whispering voice of subjection, questioning whether she was capable of such a frivolous affair.
Stepping back, Owen’s furrowed brow warned Stacie of a pending question. Had he read her thoughts? She had the neck tingle thing going on with him, so maybe he was psychic.
“Are you all right?” he asked.
“I’m fine,” Stacie answered and wondered about the concerned expression on his face. “What?”
“Your eyes.” He paused, a mix of awe and confusion narrowing his eyes. “There’s something really wrong with them.”
Chapter 5
The worst part of the vertigo had passed. One of the more annoying symptoms remained.
Stacie knew how freaky the eye spasms looked. She had a student a few years back who had suffered from vertigo and Stacie never got used to seeing his eyes spasm when he had an attack.
“You’re eyes are bouncing back and forth. Really fast.”
“It’s just the fluorescent lights,” she said. “My eyes are pretty sensitive. Maybe we should get out of here.”
Owen seemed satisfied with that explanation as he took her hand. “Come on. There’s a quiet pub just around the corner.” A sexy smile crossed his lips. “We can get to know each other a little better.”
It was Monday night, the dinner hour had long ended, and there were no professional ball games scheduled in SoDo, so there were only a few patrons scattered throughout the large pub. Owen pointed to a small table in the back corner, away from the large windows that walled in the place on two sides. Stacie was grateful for the dim lighting, hoping her eyes would settle down before Owen inquired further about her condition. The brown vinyl seats of the bar chairs creaked as they sat at a bar table.
The server, a short, thin woman dressed in khaki slacks and a black collared shirt with the pub’s logo, appeared immediately. She flung her blonde hair over a shoulder, revealing a black name tag with Trudy etched in white letters. She pulled a pad and pen from the half apron tied around her waist. “What can I get for you tonight?”
“I know you like Jäger,” Owen said, “but I’m guessing you want something a little lighter tonight.”
Jägermeister sounded fantastic, actually. It wasn’t much of a sippin’ drink though. Slammin’, yes, sippin’, not so much. “Just a glass of your house red,” she said as Trudy smacked her gum.
“I’ll have the same.”
When Trudy made her way toward the bar, Owen turned to Stacie. They hadn’t had a drink together at the club. All they’d done was dance.
“If we go back to my place, we both know what’s going to happen.” If she didn’t understand his words, that sexy curve of his lips would have given him away.
“I’m fine with that,” she said.
“Stacie,” he said on a long breath as his lips continued to caress hers. “Baby, I really want to make love to you again. I’d also like to get to know you.”
The way he said her name, emphasizing the word want, practically had her reeling from an orgasm right there in the ferry terminal. Convincing herself that she wasn’t interested in the getting to know you part of the evening was the problem. Everything about Owen was intriguing…his sensuous touch, the way the rest of the world disappeared when he looked at her, his poetic banter. He said he wanted to make love, not just have sex.
Good Gatsby, when was the last time Greg had said he wanted to make love to her? Had he ever? All Stacie could remember was him asking if she wanted to do it or if she was in the mood . His bedroom talk had been as much of a turn off as the rest of his khaki personality.
Stacie felt like Sybil, struggling with multiple personalities. There was the one that wanted to feel the heated touch of Owen’s skin and just indulge in the sexy fling with no strings attached. Then there was the whispering voice of subjection, questioning whether she was capable of such a frivolous affair.
Stepping back, Owen’s furrowed brow warned Stacie of a pending question. Had he read her thoughts? She had the neck tingle thing going on with him, so maybe he was psychic.
“Are you all right?” he asked.
“I’m fine,” Stacie answered and wondered about the concerned expression on his face. “What?”
“Your eyes.” He paused, a mix of awe and confusion narrowing his eyes. “There’s something really wrong with them.”
Chapter 5
The worst part of the vertigo had passed. One of the more annoying symptoms remained.
Stacie knew how freaky the eye spasms looked. She had a student a few years back who had suffered from vertigo and Stacie never got used to seeing his eyes spasm when he had an attack.
“You’re eyes are bouncing back and forth. Really fast.”
“It’s just the fluorescent lights,” she said. “My eyes are pretty sensitive. Maybe we should get out of here.”
Owen seemed satisfied with that explanation as he took her hand. “Come on. There’s a quiet pub just around the corner.” A sexy smile crossed his lips. “We can get to know each other a little better.”
It was Monday night, the dinner hour had long ended, and there were no professional ball games scheduled in SoDo, so there were only a few patrons scattered throughout the large pub. Owen pointed to a small table in the back corner, away from the large windows that walled in the place on two sides. Stacie was grateful for the dim lighting, hoping her eyes would settle down before Owen inquired further about her condition. The brown vinyl seats of the bar chairs creaked as they sat at a bar table.
The server, a short, thin woman dressed in khaki slacks and a black collared shirt with the pub’s logo, appeared immediately. She flung her blonde hair over a shoulder, revealing a black name tag with Trudy etched in white letters. She pulled a pad and pen from the half apron tied around her waist. “What can I get for you tonight?”
“I know you like Jäger,” Owen said, “but I’m guessing you want something a little lighter tonight.”
Jägermeister sounded fantastic, actually. It wasn’t much of a sippin’ drink though. Slammin’, yes, sippin’, not so much. “Just a glass of your house red,” she said as Trudy smacked her gum.
“I’ll have the same.”
When Trudy made her way toward the bar, Owen turned to Stacie. They hadn’t had a drink together at the club. All they’d done was dance.
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