I scanned her from her toes to the top of her head and let my gaze linger on her most beautiful parts. She noticed and looked mildly annoyed; I didn’t give a damn. If she expected me to apologize for this or my behavior last night, then she had another thing coming. I was who I was and there was no changing me.
“Where are the kids?” I asked.
“In Nicki’s room playing. They look like they might fall asleep at any moment. I took them to the zoo today and I think it might have tired them out.”
“They didn’t have school?”
“Just a half day. The teachers had an in service day.”
“Would you like to play a game or two?” I asked.
“No, I’m not really much for pool,” she said.
“That’s too bad. It’s my favorite. I play almost every single day in fact.”
“You must be pretty good at it then.”
I shrugged. “Yeah, I’m ok. So, are you staying for dinner?”
Jane shook her head. “No. I prepared a meal for you earlier; it’s in the fridge. My world famous chili. Would you like me to heat it up before I go?”
“No, I’ll manage, but thanks.”
“I’m not sure your butler likes me very much,” Jane said with a smile.
“Yeah, well you are doing his job better than him. I appreciate it.”
Jane walked over to the pool table and leaned over a little bit. This gave me just enough of a glimpse at her cleavage to send me into minor heart palpitations. God…what was this woman doing to me.
“So, how did things go today?” Jane asked.
“What do you mean?”
“I’m sorry, but I couldn’t help but overhear yesterday. It sounded like things weren’t going well.”
I smiled and took a shot at the seven ball, sending it into the side pocket.
“Things are ok,” I said. I didn’t feel like getting into this discussion with the help.
“Are you sure?”
I looked at her, staring directly into her eyes. “It’s just fine.” My voice was stern and forceful. I hoped I had gotten my message across.
She leaned back from the table and adjusted her position to standing with her hands on her hips. She looked amazing in that dim light from the billiard room. I always kept it somewhat dark, just like a real pool hall. The ambience was better that way.
Jane suddenly grabbed a pool stick and walked to the other side of the table where the cue ball was resting comfortably. She bent over and took my next shot, missing the corner pocket, but just barely.
“Well, pooh…” Jane said with a smile.
“You were close,” I said. “I have to say that I admire your form.”
I did too. Watching her bend over was always enjoyable for me.
“Thanks,” Jane said. “Well, I guess I’ll be heading home.”
She lingered for a moment as if she was waiting for me to say something. There was a way about her this evening, as if she was trying a little extra hard to be sexy. And it was working. Her voice was soft and a little breathy, her eye contact made her look a bit dreamy eyed and her lips were pursed at just the right angle to be irresistible.
I wanted her so badly. My dick was hard and ready. She just had to give me the signal.
Stepping around the table, I stood in front of her as she started to pace towards the door. She stopped in front of me closely…oh, so closely…
Her perfume wafted up to my nose. It smelled delightful. Soft, a little fruity, and delicate on the senses. At the same time, it wrapped me up in its warmth and I felt so close to Jane that I just wanted to hold her tightly in my arms and take her right then and there.
I leaned in to kiss her. My lips were almost on hers when she stepped back.
“This can’t happen,” she muttered softly.
I expected her to say something else, to explain why this couldn’t happen, but she said nothing. She simply walked slowly out the door.
A part of me wanted to run after her and demand to know why she insisted on teasing me so badly, but I didn’t. I just stood there and inhaled the remnants of her sweet perfume. This sexy vixen was driving me crazy, and I loved it. I’d waited a good long while to get a woman who was that tantalizing.
I grabbed my glass of whiskey and finished it. A chuckle escaped from me then. I was going to get this woman. There was no doubt in my mind. How could she not want me? I was handsome, charming, sexy, and rich. There was no way she would do better than me, no matter how perfect she was.
“Oh, yeah. She is mine. She is mine.”
“So, you got them?”
I handed Taylor the baggy of Ted’s hair samples that I had swiped from a hairbrush in his bathroom earlier that day. The man was far too trusting. You’d think that with as much as he screwed other people over he would be able to smell when someone was about to do the same thing to him.