This person is extremely tall, especially when comparing his height to mine. He has dark hair, enticing green eyes, and kissable lips.
God, the sight of him has my panties wet. Realizing that neither of us had yet to say anything, I break the awkward tension.
"I am so sorry for bumping into you, I was not paying attention," I said.
"It's okay," the mysterious man said, "It was truly my fault."
I couldn't even focus on him. His voice had taken my attention away. It was so deep, so intense, so gruff. The sound itself almost put me in a damn coma. But I wouldn't mind being in a coma, dreaming about all the different types of ways he can take me. The way his large, veiny, tattooed hands would wrap around my throat as he pounds-----
Knock it off Emory! You just crashed into this man for goodness sake! Stop acting like a horny teenager!
"My name is Ansel," he added, "I'd love to know your name, beautiful."
His name alone is enticing. Is there anything about this man that isn't alluring?
"I am Emory, it's nice to meet you, Ansel," I replied. "I would love to keep talking but my friends are probably looking for me back at the bar. " I decided to end the chat because I didn't want to worry them much longer.
Emory, stop lying. Ansel is making you nervous, and you want to escape him. Ava and Chloe aren't even worried about you.
Putting a stop to my thoughts. I try to avoid him by walking around him, but he stops me and offers to escort me back to the bar. We're both headed towards the bar with after I nod my head.
Not thinking, I blurt out, "How tall are you?"
He chuckles, amused by the strange question.
Way to go Emory; you made a great first impression.
He states, "I'm 6'5, no need to feel embarrassed, love. I get that question all the time."
Choosing to not respond back to him, we walk in silence. Surprisingly, it wasn't awkward at all. As we approach the bar, I see Ava and Chloe ordering more drinks. I turn to say my goodbyes when all of a sudden, Chloe yells,
"Well aren't you a sexy hunk? Please, tell me you're taking Emory home with you. She is in a need of assistance, if you know what I mean," she winks, leaving me stunned. I look at Ava to see her giving me a knowing look. I look over to find Ansel smirking. At this point, I want to die from embarrassment but not before I wipe that smirk off his face.
I turn to Chloe responding, "Chloe, you're drunk. Let me take you home." I turn back to Ansel, telling him to have a goodnight, while dragging a drunk Chloe behind me.
When we get home, I put Chloe to bed. Wanting to get rid of the smell of booze and sweat, I take a shower and put on my pjs. Thanking the lord that I have Sunday off, I close my eyes, dreaming about a certain green eyed man.
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Chloe is very straightforward. How do you feel about that? How do you feel about Ansel?Hope you guys enjoyed!
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Delirious Love
Romance|STEAMY ROMANCE| 18+ "Oh, how bad I want to corrupt you, ruin you. But you're not ready for that." As much as I want her beneath me, writhing, begging me to stop. There is a time and a place for all that, which now is not the time nor place. A blush...
