After
they finished eating, Hadrian and Sydney talked about his
growing up in Missouri and her spending her summers there
when she was a kid.
A hardness
lingered in her, he noticed. A stiffness that she didn’t
let down very much. In her eyes, behind the cold images, he
could see so much warmth and love, or rather, the need for it.
Part
of him wondered, if only for a second, what it would be like
to date her, to spend time with her on a regular basis. He wanted
to see beyond the hurt inside her and see the real part of her
that she kept tucked away from the world.
He imagined
it had to do with her profession. The need to be perfect and
receptive for everyone else causing her to lock down her own
problems, her own thoughts, and be a person, must weigh heavily
on her. Like himself. He rarely got to open up, to talk to someone
like normal people did, and he missed it.
As the
alcohol floated around in her system, the more her posture relaxed,
and she started leaning forward to reveal her awesome cleavage
and looking at him through those hooded eyes that he knew would
look mind-boggling on his bed. That would be if she were naked…
Knock
it off, he told himself.
Sydney
looked around a bit. Her hand landing an inch or from his hand,
she stretched her fingers to touch his. He moved his hand so
their fingers laced together.
“Hadrian?”
She ran her fingers up and down his.
“Yeah?”
“I
wanted to tell you a couple of things.”
He raised
his eyebrow at her, clenching his beer bottle. “Like?”
She
blushed, bowed her head, then looked back up at him. “Uh,
yeah, well, I think you’re really very nice…”
she glanced away from him. “This is harder than I thought
it would be…”
“Well,
just say it.” He took a swig from his beer.
“Uh,
well,” she let go of his hand, fiddling with her untouched
spoon and straightening it as she stared at the table. “Will
you sleep with me?”
He choked
on his beer, his eyes about popping out of his head.
“This
is my last night here, and I have classes all day tomorrow,
and I really wanted to do something, well, just not me, and
you’re so damn sexy, you have a bod that won’t quit,
and I really, really, really would like to screw your brains
out.” She let out a breath, and her eyes pleaded with
him, innocence and sexiness and pure desire all wrapped up into
one look.
He blinked.
His mouth went dry, and his dick went hard.
He raised
his arm. “Check please.”