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starting a slow song. Couples were getting snuggly on the floor. A pang of longing
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went through her. He seemed handsome enough. He waited patiently. She sipped her
drink one more time and placed it on the bar. “That’d be nice.”
He offered her his hand. She took it. Once she did, a bolt of electricity zapped her
and made her stagger. He caught her and held her close. “Are you okay?”
She reached the top of his chin and tilted her head back so she could gaze into his
eyes. For a moment, she thought she saw a tornado reflected in them. Shaking her head,
she dismissed the vision. Get a hold of yourself. “Yeah. Tripped. That’s all.”
He led her onto the dance floor and rested his palm against the small of her back.
The heat of his hand burned through her thin shirt, but the overwhelming sense that a
storm was near made her head spin. Her stomach knotted the way it got before a
boomer rolled in. Her muscles were tense and she didn’t know why. There was a static
charge in the air. She rested her hands on his shoulders and moved in time to the music.
Over her partner’s shoulder, she saw Trina sandwiched between the two college boys.
Her friend gave her a thumbs up.
“What’s your name?” her mystery man asked. His hot breath tickled her ear and
made her shiver inside.
“Georgiana. Everyone calls me George. You?”
“Wyatt.”
She nodded and settled against his shoulder inhaling his musky scent. She tried to
ignore the static charge in the air and relax into the dance. For whatever reason, she was
comfortable with him. Not many men made her feel that way. If they did, then the
relationship lasted a few months before they left. He pressed her a little closer against
him until her breasts brushed his shirt, but he made no further move. His hand
remained on her back and didn’t try to slip down and cop a feel. His other hand rested
on her hip. She appreciated he was being a gentleman. Then the song ended.
“Can I buy you a drink?” he asked.
“I’m good thanks. I had quite a day and I’m not sure alcohol needs to be involved
in it. What about you?”
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He chuckled. “I thought men bought drinks for ladies and not the other way
around.”
“Ha. I’m no lady.”
Wyatt laughed. “You sure look like one to me.” His lips were only inches from
hers.
The pull between them was dizzying. She was already tipsy even though she was
stone cold sober. Gathering her self-control, she placed a hand on his chest.
“What would you do if I wasn’t?”
His gaze darkened. “You really don’t want to know. If you’re playing around with
me, I’ll—”
George felt him stiffen up. Crap. “I’m just kidding. Sorry. I’ve had a-ahh…well a
fucked up day. Thank you for the dance.” She began to walk away, but he caught her
arm and spun her back around.
“I know you were. I was just joshing. I’m sorry you had such a crazy day. We
should compare stories. Maybe you can come back to my place and tell me all about it.”
She raised her eyebrows. “You’re awfully full of yourself, aren’t you? Do you
honestly believe I’ll go home with you just after one dance and the offer to buy me a
drink?”
Wyatt captured her lips in a kiss that caught her off guard. She stiffened before
responding. The moment his lips touched hers, she heard thunder rattle everything
around her. Static electricity exploded through her. Her head reeled. Before the storm
around her could ease, he pulled away. She stood there, lips pursed, frozen, taking a
moment before she realized it was over. When she opened her eyes, he gave her his
smug smile.
“Wow. I’ll take that as a yes.”
He stepped closer and reached behind her settling his hand on her waist, but his
fingers pressed against the mounds of her derriere. “Only if you really want to. I can
sense you do. What we have between us is stimulating. A little tumble in the hay won’t
hurt either one of us.”
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She bit her lip. He’s so fucking fine. I can’t say yes. I normally don’t do stuff like this, but
like he said, one night wouldn’t hurt. I don’t think he’s an axe murder and I really need to get
today out of my mind. “Do you always use such cheesy lines?”
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Dobre pomysły nie mają przeszłości, mają tylko przyszłość. Robert Mallet
De minimis - o najmniejszych rzeczach.
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Dobro to tylko to, co szlachetne, zło to tylko to, co haniebne.
Dla człowieka nie tylko świat otaczający jest zagadką; jest on nią sam dla siebie. I z obu tajemnic bardziej dręczącą wydaje się ta druga. Antoni Kępiński (1918-1972)
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