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game and everything but one
thing I know...” He paused for effect and reached out and took my
hand again. “Never – ever – let any skeletons out the very first
night.” And then he pulled my hand up gently and gave my fingers a
tender little kiss with those beautiful soft lips of
his.
    I almost melted but I
regained myself quickly and pulled my hand away playfully. “Not
fair,” I protested. “I’ve already given you a few to
ponder...”
    But Ben just sucked his
teeth. “Gabriela, I ain’t heard – or seen – anything about you
tonight that I can’t handle,” he said seriously. “You got nothin’
to worry about.”
    I smiled. “So tell me then,”
I said softly. “If you’re so busy that you don’t even have time to
sleep, how is it that you have time to be here right now...with
me?”
    “ Hmmm...” He eyed
me again, looking to be debating whether or not to say what he was
about to say. “Because when I want something as bad as I want you,
there’s always enough time.”
    I sucked in my breath. “So
you want me, huh?” My voice came out all slippery and sexy – I
barely recognized it.
    He did that little barely
noticeable lick of his lips as he stared me down. “Gabriela, I
wanted you from the first day I saw you,” he admitted, without an
apologetic hint in his tone whatsoever. “I already told you,
remember?”
    I swallowed. “So what you
want me for?”
    “ Everything,” he
said, without hesitation. “But we can start with friends…see what
happens…”
    I had to snap out of it.
This conversation was leading down a very dangerous road. And as
bad as I wanted it, it was moving far too fast for me.
    “ For someone who
doesn’t date a lot, you really do seem to know all the right things
to say,” I said again, downing the last of the wine in my
glass.
    “ Well, I don’t
know...” He looked to be thinking about it seriously. “I don’t
think you need to date a lot to notice something – or someone – you
like when you see it.”
    I smiled at his observation.
“Yeah. Maybe you’re right.”
    He looked at me closely. “So
I guess it’s fair to say that you’re feelin’ me too,
right?”
    Damn, this man was so fine.
His voice was giving me goosebumps.
    I nodded slowly. “I think
that would be a fair assumption.”
    “ Y’see? It’s
simple,” he said then, picking up the new pint the waitress had
just dropped off at our table. “Once you got chemistry, ain’t
nothin’ else to worry about – whether you a serial dater or rusty
as an old nail...” He gestured toward himself. “It all work out in
the end.”
    I laughed. “You’re not
rusty, Ben – you seem pretty well-oiled to me actually.” I picked
up my wine and brought the glass to my lips. “In all aspects,” I
added, suggestively.
    He raised his eyebrows.
“Damn. You’re a flirt,” he stated simply. “I was wrong about you,”
he teased me.
    I laughed again. “What?
Me?”
    “ Yeah, you. Here
I was thinking you were such a shy, quiet girl...but you bold as
shit. I like it.”
    I was still laughing. “No,
not really. This is just the wine talking.”
    “ Hmmm...well then
I’m glad I decided to get you drunk tonight. This opens up another
world of possibilities.”
    I stopped and eyed him
suspiciously. “Oh you think so, huh?” I shook my head. “You may be
smooth but I’m not that easy.”
    He smiled. “Well, good.” He
didn’t seem bothered in the least. “Neither am I.”

Chapter
Three
     
    When we stepped out of the
pub about an hour a half later, I started to get anxious about what
was next. I didn’t want the night to end but it was already late,
and I was pretty buzzed, and there was no way I could trust myself
to say no if he asked me to go home with him. I wanted him so badly
it was almost unreal. Every part of me was aching and reacting to
him – every look, every touch, every brush of his arm or his
leg...the flip of my stomach as held the door for me and I caught
another