One Night: A BWWM Interracial Romance Read Online Free PDF

Natalie thought. She felt the urge to simultaneously snuggle up into a ball and twirl around with her arms wide open.  
    “You have your own fireplace,” she pointed out, turning back to Jake. “Why bother going down to the bar?”
    “I don’t drink where I work,” he said pointing to the laptop on the desk by the window.  
    The laptop was closed shut so she walked over to the desk to look out the window.   It was dark outside with only a half moon but there was enough light to see that he had a spectacular view of the lake. She wondered what it looked like in the morning light.  
    Would she still be here come morning?
    “So this is where the magic happens?” she asked, tracing a finger over the logo on the back of the laptop.  
    “Well, one kind of magic,” he said, surprising her as he came up close behind her. “Not the kind I’m thinking about right now.”
    Natalie turned around to face him. He had approached so stealthily and was now only inches from her.   She had a direct line of sight to the stubble covering his chin.   Looking up, she noted for the first time that his eyes were most likely hazel. She realized she was staring right into them as he stared back. Hers instantly fell to inspect the tiny little hairs on his chin again. He sensed her apprehension and backed up a few inches.  
    “I guess I did promise we could just talk.” He took her hand and led her to the couch.  
    She followed, breathing a bit easier. For Pete’s sake, she was like a virgin on prom night! Sex with a guy like this should be a no-brainer, especially, no-strings-attached, rebound sex.   He was perfect for it. He had even paid for drinks, she thought, smiling as she followed him to the couch.  
    She sat down and noted that he was just close enough not to be invasive. Still, she felt a certain heat rising up in her as she looked at him. He had one arm draped over the back of the couch, showing off the muscles in his arms and the peek of a tattoo creeping beneath the sleeve. The t-shirt stretched tightly over his torso, revealing way too much to keep her from thinking rationally.   His legs were spread in that way that men sat and she couldn’t stop her eyes from succumbing to the momentum that led them straight down in that direction.  
    The train had left the station and was gaining speed.  

    JAKE
    Jake saw the effect he was having on her.   His seated position wasn’t an accident and he was pleased to watch her eyes roam over what he had to offer. At some point maybe she’d come around.  
    In the mean time, he had no problem sitting and talking to this woman. She was amusing and a nice little diversion from his original plan of staring into the fire through his whiskey glass. The mild concern he’d felt about his little superstitions was fading away as he looked at her sitting on her knees facing him.  
    “So, what shall we talk about Ms. Damond,” he said, crossing one leg over his knee and clasping both hands on top of his ankle, giving her a serious expression.  
    The effect worked. She laughed and looked away, relaxing into the couch as she brought her legs out from under her. She stretched them out, half on, half off the edge of the couch.   The offending shoes were right before him. Without thinking he grabbed one of her legs and held it up.
    “Why do you girls wear these things?” he asked, making his disgust quite apparent. “I mean, look at them.   I thought you were the sex that cared about fashion. Even men wouldn’t be caught in these things.”
    “We women ,” she corrected him, “wear these because they are comfortable.” She tried pulling her leg away from him but he held tight.  
    “Nope,” he said tugging a the UGG on the leg he was holding, “I can’t have sex with a woman wearing these.”
    “It’s not like I would keep them on!” she protested, laughing before she caught what she had just said. One hand went up to cover the O that her mouth formed.
    He grinned and