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curve on her body was hitting
her just mid-thigh, exposing a very nice pair of legs he would not
mind wrapped around him. The four-inch heels and the up sweep of
her hair screamed fuck me now. She was over dressed for the base of
the bars atmosphere, but by the reaction to the customers, only
admiring glances stole her way.
    She was back to taunt him. He still had hours
to go working behind the bar, and he knew she was here to make him
beg. The smile on her luscious lips made him read sex if you want
it and her eyes looked happy and bright. As if her holiday gloom
was gone, and she was all dressed up like a special package from
Santa.
    “Well hello stranger.” Sliding from her lips,
as she could not help but smile to his admiring reaction. Those
friends of hers picked out her clothes and did her hair. They were
miracle workers. That and the fact they dressed famous stars for a
living. She looked hot. Damn hot and she knew it, felt it. She was
so glad they drove her out here. If she had taken a cab, she might
have chickened out on the drive and not made it back.
    “Miss Callie.” He reached over the bar, and
grabbed her hand and laid a kiss on the top as if she was a
princess. “I was hoping you’d show. You look enticing. I mean
incredible.”
    She felt some bravado walking in, but now she
felt flushed and shy. Not to mention the warmth between her legs
was beginning to pool. It was going to be a fun night.

    Chapter Five
    “So it’s two-thirty in the morning. Can I get
you a cup of coffee?” She watched him turn all the lights off but a
few behind the bar. The new guy to be hired did a great job and had
left minutes ago. This left them alone, attracted, and nothing but
themselves to entertain each other with. What to do? She
internally teased with herself.
    It was a night filled with fun flirtations
and light kissing and touching between all the maddening rushes of
running a bar. She felt herself tingling with watching his every
move. He was smooth with the customers and funny to a fault. It was
as if he did not have a care in the world. However, his eyes kept
coming back to meet hers with an ‘I want to devour you’ look and
now that they were alone; she felt unsure.
    She had been having so much fun flirting,
that now that the moment they were alone, all she could think about
was the table they kissed next to that morning. How maybe sex on
that very table right here, right now, would feel like the rush of
a lifetime. It was not her style, but she was feeling wicked
tonight.
    “If you don’t mind my hotel suite is just
around the corner. I have gourmet coffee already ground and ready
to be made.” He had spent an entire night wanting the woman that is
standing under the same mistletoe that he tried to cheer her up
with earlier today. He could think of nothing more than his hard
cock pulsating inside of her tight walls, her slickness, her firm
round breasts and her luscious lips licking over his cock. If she
turned him down, he was almost sure he was going to shoot
himself.
    “I. Well. I thought maybe coffee at the
corner shop or maybe…” She did not want to seem sleazy, but if she
went back to his place, she was sure she would not keep her hands
to herself. Second thoughts were getting the best of her. What if
she was just another wing girl? An off to the side, wam-bam thank
you mam. For some reason, she felt she wanted everything from this
man, or at least something more than a one-night stand.
    He grabbed his coat off the hook and slid it
around her shoulders. “Coffee around the corner would be
great.”
    She could tell he was just a tad
disappointed. That did not cover the vast disappointment that she
felt as he was so easily agreeable. If he really wanted her, then
he might have pursued the hotel thing more, but he did not.
    As they rounded the corner, he pointed to the
coffee shop. “Bleak coffee here or.” He pointed to the very
expensive hotel on the main street. “Gourmet coffee, ready to