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to me, to this whole thing she suggested. She’s all business. It’s throwing my game off.
    “Oh yes, well, really, I don't know, I don't have children so maybe the lie is truth or the truth is a lie.”
    Her no-bullshit response is telling, but only to a point. I like talking to her and I’m going to take a chance and throw her game back at her.
    “Truth or lie?” I quip with a wink. Her nose wrinkles up with surprise. That tiny scar disappear s with the movement.
    I like it.
    “Topic first,” she answers, fingering her glass with slender fingers.
    “That’s like cheating ,” I say and chuckle. She shrugs and remains silent. “Fine. A one-night stand.” Her lips twitch for a moment and she studies my face intently. She’s not shy.
    Desire .
    It’s in her eyes.
    “Lie, then.” She cocks her head to the side and studies my face some more. It makes me squirm internally. Bringing a hand to her mouth, she traces her pouty bottom lip with her fingers and closes her eyes. Her finger drops to her collarbone. “It starts with us, here. You like what you see. We flirt intelligently over drinks for a bit before I excuse myself for the restroom. When I come out you’re waiting for me. Your hand grabs the back of my neck and pulls me to you. Our lips collide. Soft. Silky. Exploratory. Perfection.” She sucks in a deep breath and slowly lets it out. Her voice is low but clear.
    I’m hot .
    It’s really so hot in here .
    “Taking me by the hand , you lead me out of the bar and take me home. We’re not even through the threshold when you tear your shirt off, followed by mine. You, of course, look photoshopped with your six pack of rippling abdominals and I have a Victoria’s Secret model body. You lean down, firmly holding me. Your tongue traces trails from my neck down and over my breasts. It’s divine, actually. Slowly tasting me. My nipples are hard little nubs. Savoring me. Making me burn from the inside out. I wrap my arms around you and jump up. I love the feel of your hands digging into my ass and your erection pressing into my crotch as you walk us to the bedroom, never breaking our kiss.” Her voice is calm, confident, and sultry.
    This girl will kill me .
    I know it .
    I can sense it .
    She’s a death wish .
    I want her .
    Here .
    Now .
    On the bar top, I don’t care who sees .
    Her chest heaves as she speaks , her breasts pushing up and out against her tight cotton t-shirt. Her full lips, moving as she speaks, are captivating. I can’t tear my eyes from her mouth. She breaks the tense silence, continuing, “You toss me on the bed and yank my pants off with a growl. I’m wet. So wet. For you. I tremble with need for you. I tell you to touch me. I tell you I need you to touch me, to taste me, and so you do. Your hands explore every last centimeter of my skin, setting me on fire. Your tongue follows suit. When your mouth reaches my pussy I squirm and wiggle and beg you for more. I’m a mess of pleasure by the time your rock hard co...”
    “I get it ,” I interrupt, feeling like I’m about to explode. There is no way my face isn't fifty shades of crimson right now.
    She smirks and leans forward. “The truth is a cold shower.”
    “Oh? Now I want to know what the other answer would have been.” And I do. Her brashness, her brain, it’s like everything she says is calculated.
    Intense .
    I need more.
    Desperately.
    “I’ll tell you on one condition ,” she says and smiles coyly.
    “Uh. Al l right, shoot.”
    “You take me home after.” Shock courses through me .
    That’s the only thing I feel. Don’t get me wrong, one -night stands are about all I’m good for these days, but usually I have to work for them a little more than this. It makes me wonder, actually. She’s gorgeous. She doesn’t need to be so upfront. Why no chase?
    Do I care?
    Nope. No, I do not.
    Hot, young piece of ass sitting in front of me will do just fine. I can already imagine her panties dropping to her knees for me