delicious to look at. But this fine specimen was definitely all that and more. A t least, he seemed to be.
The ugliness of jealousy, as usual, began to rear its repulsive head, and she couldn't stop herself; she had to go and investigate. With a toss of her head, she stood and made her way to the bar, standing right next to Liliana.
"Ah, there you are, sister dear. Leaving me all by my lonesome at the bar is quite naughty of you." She gave a sidelong glance at the man Lili was talking to and then looked back at her sister. "Going to introduce me?"
Liliana laughed softly. "Oh, yes. I am sorry. Clay, this is my sister Eva. Eva, this is my good friend, Clay Quinones . He's actually one of the delivery men from the company where we buy most of our merchandise, C&C Inc."
"Oh yes, I remember them. They do supply us with some fun items." Eva looked back at Mr. Sexy and gave a nod of her head. He smiled back at her and she almost melted. That was until her sister said delivery man. Wow, really? If anyone had ever said the cards she held were lucky, they were in for disappointment. She could hear the sarcasm playing in her own head. She gave a small gasp as Clay gave her a soft kiss on the cheek, before pulling back with a devilish grin. She felt her pussy dampen and hated how her legs shook.
"Buenas noches, Eva; a kiss on the cheek is how we greet one another in Puerto Rico ."
"You're not in your country, Clay." She rolled her eyes, her hands moving to her hips. She would have made some other retort, but Samael interrupted.
"Aw look, the gangs all here." Liliana giggled at Samael's words, and Eva once again rolled her eyes and gave an unladylike snort. Samael wrapped his arms about Liliana's waist from behind and kissed her softly on the neck.
"Can I buy you a drink, Eva?" Caught off guard yet again, she turned from looking at Samael and Liliana back to Clay.
“Um, I guess, why not?” Hell, the drink would help her deal with the touchy feely shit from Lil and Samael. She had to stand on her tiptoes to tell him that, making sure she whispered in his ear. His hand automatically encircled her waist as he leaned down. Her hands spontaneously pressed against his chest to steady herself, and it was like an electric current shocked her. She stood back quickly.
"Why so skittish?" The look in his eyes spoke volumes. He knew exactly what his touch did to her. Was she imagining it or were his fingers making her feel all sorts of naughty?
"Never you mind. I have a table if you’re still buying that drink." With a quick turn on red designer heels, she turned back to the table she had vacated, expecting him to follow. She heard him chuckle behind her, and then he was grabbing her hand and pulling her towards him.
"Oh no, my dear. I will lead, and you will follow."
She was speechless but found herself following Clay Quinones to the table.
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"Well, that went well." Liliana chuckled and gave Samael a jab in the ribs at his teasing.
"She was fascinated by him. I could at least tell that."
"Oh yeah, she wants him; that much was obvious. But … he doesn't fit her profile of the kind of man she wants."
"You mean rich?" Liliana covered her mouth, trying to stop the laughter that bubbled forth.
"Hmm, my baby has claws." She nodded her head to his statement, grabbing his hand and pulling him towards the small dance floor
"Come dance with me. T he night is young, and I want to spend it in your arms." Once on the dance floor, she had her arms about his neck and pressed herself fully against him, placing her face into his neck. She felt his strong arms wrap about her as he pulled her close, and they began to dance slowly to a hauntingly beautiful love song.
She curled her fingers into the hair at the nape of his neck, sighing softly as his arms wrapped around her.
"Haven't we been here before?" s he murmured against his neck. He pulled back slightly and looked down at her, though he didn't miss a step as they continued to