Beyond Hunger_A Romantic Strip Club Encounter by Ashley Logan

Author:Ashley Logan [Logan, Ashley]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: KDL Publishing
Published: 2018-06-17T16:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER SIXTEEN

VIOLET

Serge remains quiet as he walks me home. Ducking into the stairwell that leads up to my apartment, we afford ourselves some privacy, now that the club is open for business.

“Thanks for walking me home, Serge. You really didn’t need to.” I turn to face him.

He’s right behind me, and I turn right into him and have to steady myself with a hand against his rock hard chest. For a moment I’m frozen, my hand resting against him.

Studying me carefully, he moves a hand toward my face. Last time he touched my face, he just about kissed the pants off me, so now my whole body is on high alert, wondering what he’ll do; where his touch might go.

Gently unhitching wayward strands of hair from where they’ve stuck to my lip as I turned, Serge sweeps them behind my ear. The motion is slow and tender, and his touch lingers.

“I really want to kiss you again Vi,” he says as if it’s a bad thing. His fingers pull away from my hair and come to rest on my hand, still attached to his chest. Peeling it from him, he kisses my palm and returns it to me.

“I think we should take a few days,” he says, his eyes serious as he looks into mine. “To figure out what it is we really want. Don’t you?”

Nodding calmly, I ignore the vixen inside me as she screams for him to kiss me; to carry me upstairs and release me from my sexual prison. I’m pretty sure I know what I want, but it’s not a sure thing with our histories. I don’t want to freak out with Serge, and I definitely don’t want to be pushed away. Nor do I want to be the regret that keeps him from thinking what might have been with Gina.

“That sounds like the most responsible thing to do,” I agree, stepping back and smiling a little. “Lucky you’re such a wise old man, huh?”

His serious face relaxes as he returns my smile. “Yeah. Let me know when you need babysitting again.”

Snorting, I step back, rising onto the first step. “It’ll be after you get glasses, so you can read me a bedtime story.”

Serge blushes and rubs the back of his head as his eyes drop to the floor.

“What? Too saucy?”

Shaking his head, he laughs. “I wasn’t actually thinking of the bedtime part until you just said that.”

“Then what?”

Looking to the ceiling, he sighs. “I got my eyes tested last week after you were teasing me. I actually do need glasses for reading now.”

I hold my breath to keep from laughing. Serge notices and narrows his eyes at me, but can’t hide the smile behind them.

“Kids these days,” he says, shaking his head. “No respect for their elders.”

Clearing laughter from my throat, I curtsy on my step and give him a peck on the cheek. “We kids stay up so late anyway, Serge. Might be that I’ll be the one to read you to sleep after your 4pm dinner.

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