Diana Hunter :: Bound by Desire. Freed by Love.

The sexy beast sauntered into the shade of the café, casting an inquiring glance in her direction. Tania nodded and sat up, removing the bags from the chair beside her. She watched, intrigued by the bulge in his pants, as the tall and scruffily handsome stranger pulled the chair closer to hers as he sat.

Tania liked the way his look covered her entire body and she tilted her head to smile at him, almost demure in her own appreciation of his appearance. No beard to tickle her when he kissed her, she noted only a little weekend scruff. Cunning dimples that played hide and seek in his cheeks. Dark hair long enough to tousle and hold onto in passion, and deep blue eyes that twinkled even in the shade of the café awning.

The breeze tossed his scent in her direction - she inhaled deeply, trying him out. A light cologne greeted her, mixed with the perspiration of a walk in the sun. Leaning forward to give him a close-up view of what he'd ogled from the street, she put her hand out in introduction.

"Hi, I'm Tania. Looks like you could use a glass of water."

"Jim Delaney." Decorum dictated that he simply shake her hand and then release her. But her fingers were cool as they wrapped around his and he held it for a moment longer than he would have in polite society. His eyes were again drawn to her breasts, their rounded hills glimmering with a slight sheen in the heat of the day.

"May I take your order, sir?"

Jim barely glanced up at the waiter's abrupt tone. "Water with a lime twist. And then a menu, please."

"Two menus." Tania looked up at the waiter through her lashes and smiled at him. "Please."

Almost tripping over himself, the waiter hurried off to comply.

Oh, she was good, Jim thought to himself as he watched the old man turn into a puddle of jelly. There was another who would willingly pay for the privilege of seeing more of the sexy woman who now turned her attention back to him and smiled.

"Glorious day, isn't it?"

"It is." Now that he sat beside her, he noted the tight leather and tall heels. Weren't those the kind called "fuck me" shoes?

Jim considered the direct approach, but then shied away from it when a uniformed patrol officer strolled by on the sidewalk outside the small fence that separated the café from the passing traffic. Narrowing his eyes, he considered whether she might be setting him up.

"So tell me, Tania. What's a nice girl like you doing in a place like this?" He smiled after delivering the corny line and Tania laughed. It was a pleasant sound, he decided. And he liked the way her eyes crinkled at the corners when she found something funny.

"Just resting my feet. Shade and a seat are very welcome after an exhausting morning of shopping." With an exaggerated motion toward her packages and an over-acted sigh, she met his levity, then raised the stakes. "And what's a handsome man like you doing in a neighborhood like this?"

Tania leaned forward on the table, resting her chin in her hand and giving him a full view of her cleavage.

Jim's eyes fell toward her breasts before he glanced up at her again. No blush painted her cheeks, only a coy smile and an invitation in her eyes. For a moment he was discomfited. While woman often flirted with him, they were never quite so transparent. And Jim's tastes in sexual activity weren't every woman's cup of tea. Was she truly up to what he thought she was up to?

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