This week's theme: Sexy Walks In
I hope you enjoy this week's Sexy Saturday. I couldn't resist these seven paragraphs More Than One Night when Michael walks into the bar.
“Major hunk alert at eleven o’clock.”
Beth Grant swiveled around in her chair at Raven’s Club to see who Carla was talking about and almost slid right out of her seat. Goose bumps shimmied up her body as her gaze wandered over him. Hunk wasn’t the word. Greek God was better. Midnight hair tossed by the San Francisco wind, nose slightly crooked, and full sensual lips. Her gaze continued down, a white dress shirt, sans tie, tucked into a pair of black slacks showing off his trim waist, down to a pair of expensive Italian loafers.
At nine in the evening, he appeared as fresh as a spring day—and completely out of place at the Club. Raven’s was a casual place, South of Market street, where blue jeans and polo shirts were the norm for men. With the women it varied from dresses, to jeans and crop tops, to miniskirts. The club boasted a live DJ along with a minuscule dance floor. Most came to listen to the music, drink beer and mingle in the smoke free environment. But the noise level could sometimes reach deafening proportions.
Her gaze followed the hunk as he sauntered to an empty table, admiring the grace and elegance he had in every step. He exuded power and confidence, and instinctively her thighs clenched because he was a man who could take a woman for one hell of a ride.
One hell of a ride? What the hell am I thinking? Ogling men wasn’t her style. Besides, the last thing she needed right now was a man consuming her thoughts. Men were nothing but trouble and not a good kind of trouble either.
Time to remember Beth’s Rules for Dating. One: No thinking about men. Two: No thinking about men Three through ten: No thinking about men.
Although this man did tempt her to do more than think, he tempted her to stare and touch.
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