calories.” He couldn’t tell her that he only ordered the sweet potato fries to talk to Tim. Although he didn’t know her that well, he figured she wouldn’t like that he had ignored her advice. She clearly thought she was right about the cousins, but he had his doubts.
“Checking out my local or the boys I told you weren’t a threat?”
He swore she jutted her chest and hardened nipples out further. So easily, he could lean over and flick his tongue across one of them. A few inches closer, and he could roll a hard pink bud between his fingers. Certainly her skirt was short enough that his other hand could finger her pussy at the same time. “I asked you a question first.”
“You did?”
Ida nodded. “Oh yeah, he did. Wanted to know how you got yourself into that scrape. Just how did that happen?”
Zara shrugged, which made her breasts bounce. Jameson couldn’t help himself. He reached across her for a fry and brushed his arm against those hardened nipples. Electricity blazed across his arm and shot through his cock. He stared into her eyes, hoping she wanted him as much as he wanted her. What he found thrilled him. Her eyes blazed with passion, and it was as if there was no one else in the room with them.
“You gonna tell him, or do I need to make myself scarce?”
He wondered what Ida thought Zara should tell him. Even the old lady could feel the heat between them. His only chance to touch her bare skin or to suckle a nipple into his mouth was to get her alone. He damn well couldn’t do it in this crowded bar with an old woman watching. Not that he minded people watching, but not from this close. Plus, what he wanted to do with Zara was illegal in public places. That was something he knew for sure, having arrested a few people for fornicating in public.
Zara’s gaze left his for a moment to look at Ida. When she turned back to him, fire seemed to crackle from her eyes. She wanted him, too. “I think he knows.”
Ida tossed back her drink and slid from the stool. “I’m not supposed to have more than two drinks, anyway. I could use someone big to escort me, and now I will have two. I’m gonna tell the ladies at the day program tomorrow how sexy you two are. Kind of perfect for each other.”
Jameson liked this friend of Zara’s already. She was angling to get them together. He’d walk her miles if that meant having Zara alone and naked with him. “Ms. Ida, I’d be glad to take you home.”
“Want a go cup?” At his nod, Zara reached across the bar to the stack of clear plastic cups that all places around the city offered. New Orleans was one of a few cities that let residents walk around with an alcoholic beverage. Locals called it a go cup, and tourists around the city took advantage of it. She poured their beers into the cups and handed him one. “Let’s go. The vibe in here tonight is all off anyway.”
When they got outside, Ida put her arm through his. “Leaves room for you on the other side, Zara. Best take it before I lap this treat up.”
Jameson wanted to hear Zara say that he was hers, but even she wouldn’t go down that path. He was the cop investigating her robbery case. Brushing his arm against her nipples didn’t make her his or mean that she would be open to more than a business relationship.
“Ida.” Zara laughed as she walked beside him. “You really have had too much to drink.”
“Just because you want him for your own doesn’t mean I can’t dream. I used to like a big man. Gives a woman something to hold on to.”
“Oh, Ida, you said you’d keep what I told you to yourself.”
“Oh no, I’m not doing that when he’s such a good one. Strong, smart, and he’ll keep you out of trouble. Plus, you already said that with your eyes, your mouth, and all the rest of your body, girl.”
Jameson enjoyed them talking about him like he wasn’t in between them, because he was getting some great information, like that Zara had confided in Ida about wanting