One Curvy Night

Chapter 3: Where we disagree

The Shy, Curvy Virgin's PoV

His face transformed from one of pure irritated male to one in shock. Still very male.

"A one-night stand?" He asked, his dark eyes burying themselves deeper into mine.

"Yes." I replied, my voice once again a whisper.

"Why?" he asks, looking down at me with bewilderment.

I gave a half-hearted shrug, looking over his left shoulder to avoid his penetrating gaze. "Have you ever had a one-night stand?" I risked a glance up at his face, looking at his right mouth corner.

His face darkened, and his mouth tightened.

"That is not the point." He said, sounding so closed off that I automatically straightened my shoulders.

"You are right. Its beside the point. However, that where I stand. Either a one-night stand or nothing at all." I surprised myself with my bluntness, and apparently I shocked him too, because his eyes got bigger and his brow lifted.

"Is that my options?" he asked, his hand around my wrist tightening.

"Yes." I said, meeting his gaze. I wanted to add that he had to choose fast before all dudes in the bar ran off. I didn't have a second male ready and willing, so I'd have to go back in there and find one.

The Womaniser PoV

One night or nothing. That was what she was offering.

What she didn't know, however, was my incredible charm and my talent in bed. On that point, my reputation didn't lie. One night wasn't enough for most girls, and my shy little Sable wouldn't know what hit her. I would easily convince her of a relationship with me once she got over her little desire for a one-night stand. Clearly that was why. The thrill, the knowledge of having done it, the curiosity all must be part of her desire for the one-night stands.

Well, I could change her mind. Easily.

"Let's go." I released her wrist to place a hand on the small of her back instead, pushing her forward.

"Where are we going?" She started struggling. "I told you, I-"

"We are going to my place." I interrupted. "Since you only give me one night, it better start right now."

With that I hurled her into my arms and stole the gasp exploding from between her open, delicious lips.

The Shy, Curvy Virgin's PoV

I couldn't think. I couldn't breathe. I couldn't do anything but melt into the arms of the very talented kisser. 

I couldn't believe I had waited for 27 years for my very first kiss, but it didn't disappoint. It was the best thing that had ever happened to me.

Slowly it ended, and he let me go. I kept my eyes close, trying to catch my scattered brain cells.

"Sable?" I heard him ask, and I slowly opened my eyes, blinking up at him in a daze. He smiled down at me, his hands capturing my face when I made to look down. "Are you quite all right? I usually don't make girls swoon until much later in the evening."

"I'm fine." I said quickly, snapping out of my daze due to his self-assured smirk.

"Let's go then." He said, before capturing my waist and pressing me close to his side while leading us toward his black, low sport car. Mustang, if I wasn't mistaken. He opened the front door for me, holding my hand while I stepped into the low seat. He closed the door gently, before walking around the hood and stepping into the driver seat.