Wicked Pen Chronicles: Release by Eva Lane Read Free Book Online

The music was so loud I could feel it vibrate through my whole body . Give me one more night was blaring in the background. I looked up. The dance floor was full now. Writhing bodies everywhere. You couldn’t tell who was a man or a woman. It was a flesh-fest; bare midriffs and cleavage were the ultimate fashion accessory these days. Be it a guy or girl.
     
    I liked people watching. Looking at people wondering who they were and what they were thinking. Were they here alone, with a partner or in a group? You could tell a lot by the way people interacted on the dance floor.
     
    There was a couple on the side passionately kissing. His hands were gently caressing her and her hands were stroking his upper thigh. Young love she thought. Gentle always at first. Then there were the usual crowds at the bar. Watching the crowd just like her. The only difference was they were all blokes. Looking for one-night stands. I could do with one too. If only I didn’t have two kids at home waiting for me.
     
    “Would you like another drink, little lady?” the man sitting next her asked.
     
    He had approached me about twenty minutes ago with a drink. He was handsome, tall and bald. I liked the way he looked but that’s where the attraction stopped. He didn’t seem to have too much up top. I didn’t have much time left so I took the free drink hoping that company was worth it. I regretted my choice very soon. If it wasn’t little lady then it was doll or sweetie. I hated sweetie, but little lady? I wasn’t even little. I was tall, with a very toned body, even after two kids. My arms were slender but had what my kids called “tiny muscles”; hardly a little lady. And I was drop dead stunning. I am not showing off but it was obvious by the amount of people who chased me. I never had to wait long when I went out. Just had to sit and wait. Be it a coffee shop, local shopping centre or the bar. But I know that often men found it harder to approach me. Intimidated by me I guess. Surely someone like me was not single. Surely there was a boyfriend or husband around the corner.
     
    “Another drink doll?” That voice again.
     
    He was still here. Still trying out his luck. I normally just went cold if I didn’t like the company. But this guy was persistent. I did like the way he looked from afar so I made my smile very inviting. No wonder he had the wrong idea. A single girl at the bar; I was too good looking to be by myself. I was either an expensive escort or just a woman looking for a one-night stand. So men always assumed that I was there for a one night stand. Which is exactly what I wanted them to think.
     
    However, there was a babysitter at home and my two kids waiting. Kids were still raw from what their dad did. They were not ready for me to bring a man home. Not ready to wake up and see him or see traces of him and of course he never shows up again. I wasn’t ready for a relationship. But I craved sex. Not hard, not rough. Just gentle lovemaking. But how do you get that? Most men were all too happy to get in my pants but I knew exactly what they would do once they were in there. They would want quick, rough sex; hard and fast and over in a flash. I wanted slow and sensuous. I wanted to be pursued and conquered.
     
    So I sat at the table and played out that fantasy in my head. My knight will come over. We will talk. Share a drink. He will then take me back to his apartment. We will make gentle love. He will make me come first before asking me if I was still okay to keep going. I would nod and then he will gently come while he rocks against me. All that time he will kiss me, my neck, play with my hair, squeeze my shoulder and tell me how lucky he was to be with me at that moment, how he couldn’t wait till I see him again. All of that and more will happen from start to finish in 2 hours. It took me 30 minutes to get to city and 30 minutes to drive. I only had the babysitter for 3 hours, all I could afford so that left 2