Ava's mouth watered at the display of male physique. He leaned against the wall, in a nonchalant cowboy way, his long fingers gripping the neck of a beer bottle now stripped of its label. He hooked his thumbs inside the waistband of his jeans. The second he saw her, he straightened, but didn't take a single step toward her. Disappointed, Ava fought the urge to let him see it. Rather than focus on her disillusionment, she thought of Darren's lick-it-up suggestion. She would start from this guy's long fingers and work her way up to his full lips.
Thankful for small miracles, she pushed the images aside and smiled. "Good evening." She took a left and headed for the nearest exit instead of heading for the bar. A fit of butterflies swarmed in her stomach at the bold move. In the hallway, she heard a second set of footsteps. Her heart lightened with excitement.
He followed her.
Ava dared to take this game to the next step. She slowed her pace but kept walking toward the parking lot.
"Aren't you even going to tell me your name?"
Ava stopped, looked up to the starry night. Thank you, God! She turned. "Would it matter?"
"Maybe." He caught up with her.
His smile sent a warm fuzzy feeling all through Ava's lust-addled body.
She returned a simple smile. "Okay, let's make this easy. Tell me a lie."
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