L.o.v.e...not the fairytale kind of love...

Chapter Three

Mia

What the hell just happened? I sit down next to Jason at the table, running my fingers through my messy hair and looking past Em, thinking about that strange fuck that got me climaxing like a little virginal teenager. That doesn't happen! Yes, I have sex often, but I need way more than two fingers inside me to make me come.

"You okay there, missy?" Em is scanning my every move like she knows something's not right.

"Yeah, I'm just tired I guess. I'm going to head home." I start to grab my purse and slide off the bench. "I'll catch a cab. Have fun tonight, all right?" I turn around and start moving toward the door not even waiting to hear what either of them has to say.

And then I see him again. He's sitting on the same bar stool he sat at before, looking at me like he's seeing me for the first time. But this time, his face is hard and serious. The sexy smirk is missing. Damn, he's handsome. Dark hair that's shorter on the sides and longer on the top and it's as messy as mine right now. His piercing grayish eyes are looking at me with so much power and emotion that they have me paralyzed to the spot. His square jaw is covered in that five-o'clock-stubble and that only gives more edge to his already stunning face. His body is something that every other guy in this room should be jealous of. Big broad shoulders that fill his white shirt to the max, muscular arms covered in tattoos that stop right at his knuckles. For a second, I have the urge to go and look at what kind of tattoos they are. What's the story behind that mysterious creature? Tattoos always have a story, mine are definitely a book. And they always tell the truth no matter how hard we try to hide it.

I shake my head a little in an attempt to wake up from the daze I find myself in and head straight for the exit door. I just need a breath of fresh air.

While I'm standing at the curb waiting for the next cab to roll in, I hear footsteps behind me. I don't turn around, I just keep staring into the street trying to spot an empty cab. I had enough encounters with strangers for one night. Thank you very much.

"Need a ride?" I know that voice. I heard that voice just minutes before while I was on cloud nine. That husky, but silky smooth voice that could probably set me off all by itself.

"No, thanks. I got it covered." I try to sound convincing as I continue to look in front of me. And then he steps closer and his manly cologne scrambles my mind as the scent hits my nostrils and travels straight to my vagina.

That's not good, I need a cab like yesterday.

I look nervously at the street and, of course, there's not a single taxi on the street. Just my luck.

"I'm not gonna bite, you know, unless you want me too." He chuckles a little while speaking right into my ear. His hot breath sends chills all over my body. Oh shit, that's not good. That's not good. Definitely not good.

I see a yellow cab driving in my direction and raise my hand praying that it's not taken. I never remember what the light on the roof means. Is it light on – taken, or light off – empty? Why do they need to make it so difficult?

The cab pulls up next to the sidewalk. I quickly open the door with so much force I almost fly back into his chest. He grabs my hand and turns me around so I have no choice but look at him.

"What's your name?" he asks me again, looking at me with his amused eyes that are staring straight into mine, searching like he's looking for treasure.

Like I will give him that – dream on cowboy.

"Sleeping Beauty," I reply with a smirk and jump in the cub closing the doorway too loud and way harder than I should have.