EXCERPT:“Mind if I sit with you for a moment?”I tried to suppress a smile. I wasn’t used to men talking to me so formally like that. He had a nice, deep voice, smooth, like running bathwater that you knew was going to lead to some much-neededMoreEXCERPT:“Mind if I sit with you for a moment?”I tried to suppress a smile. I wasn’t used to men talking to me so formally like that. He had a nice, deep voice, smooth, like running bathwater that you knew was going to lead to some much-needed relaxation.“Uh, yeah, go ahead.”My mind was racing. Who was he, and why did he want to sit with little old me?Maybe he’s a serial killer rapist!Ah, there was my paranoia creeping in again.“My name is Kent Torre.
I’ve seen you in here often the last few weeks. Are you a college student?”The guy really was a smooth operator. He was making sure I was legal. That let me know he wanted me in THAT way. I have to admit, the thought was turning me on and as I’ve often said in my other adventures I’ve shared with you, reader, I want to embrace just about everything I can in life, and getting it on with a hot looking (and likely rich) older man seemed like something I should at least consider.“Yeah, I’m back home for the summer.”Kent smiled, showing a row of perfect white teeth, the kind people spend big money getting to look just right.
I noticed the high-end gold watch on his right wrist and figured it must have run him five figures easy. His black and grey hair was cut short and combed neatly to the left. He had a hint of a tan, and looked like he probably worked out pretty regular.“What’s your name?”I took a sip from my soda and eyed Kent from across the small restaurant table that separated us.“I was always taught not to talk to strangers. Especially good looking older ones.”Kent flashed his brilliant smile again, pleased by my words.“Thank you for the compliment.
Nice to know someone as young as you still thinks of me as good looking. Give me your name and we won’t be strangers anymore, right?”I relented, intrigued by where this might be going.“Carissa – Carissa Wild.”Kent reached across the table with his right hand and gave me a brief, firm handshake. I liked the touch of his skin. It felt just a bit rough, but also very confident, like a man who’d been there and knew the way back...