Fire In His Eyes (Secrets & Seduction #1)(6)

“Wh-what?” I stammered and looked at my sister with confusion. “While you were dancing, and doing other things, and when it seemed you wouldn’t come up for air for a very long time, I might add, I had a nice talk with the cute bartender. We got a date later.” She winked at me. Ana got off her stool, blew the bartender another kiss, grabbed my clutch and led me out the door. It was only eleven thirty when we left the Blue Martini, but the night, in my opinion, had been a rip-roaring success.





It was nearly one o’clock when Ana pulled into my drive way. I started to get out, when her hand stopped me. I glanced over my shoulder to see what she wanted. “Let me know the minute he calls,” she demanded.

“He’s not going to call tonight,” I mumbled sleepily. The ride home had sobered me emotionally, a little. That guy was so gorgeous, he probably met another girl in the parking lot, and he probably forgot me the moment he got into his vehicle. I finished getting out of the car.

She rolled down the passenger side window after I crossed in front of her car. “Oh yes, he will call . . . and if he doesn’t you’ve got his number,” she stated matter-of-factly.

“Ana, Victor could have any girl he wants. Why would he even give me a second thought?” I worried aloud.

“Because you are a babe. Good-night sexy. And, call me!” She was backing out of the driveway before I could even turn around.

I took my keys out of my clutch, laughed and waved. “Bye yourself!” I walked into my small two bedroom bungalow on a quiet cu-de-sac, headed straight to my bedroom, and began to get undressed stripping out of my shirt and skirt. Work tomorrow. Ughh! I thought.

I was removing my make-up when the sound of my phone ringing stopped me short. Hell! Could it be? I grabbed my purse, rummaged through it and looked at the caller ID. Victor! I answered.

“Hello, gorgeous! I told you I would call you tomorrow and it is tomorrow.” He laughed softly at his own joke, as did I. “What are you doing?”

“I’m getting ready for bed,” I answered honestly.

“Really?” He sounded surprised. “I am glad you are not at that night club giving some other guy a shot at you.”

Hearing him say those words warmed me up a little inside. Again honestly, I answered, “Well, I left shortly after you did. Truth is, I have to work tomorrow, I mean today, too. And after meeting you, I did not see the point in staying any longer.” I held my breath waiting to hear what he would say about that.

He paused long enough to make me start to doubt myself. “Thank-you,” he finally whispered. Then, “I want to have fun with you, Monica. A lot of fun.”

“I’d like that,” I replied huskily as I slipped under the sheets of my bed in my bra and panties. Having fun with him, I instinctively knew, was going to be the best fun I would ever have in my entire life.

“Mmmm, I like how that sounded,” he growled. His voice had dropped into the sexiest sound I had ever heard. “Earlier, you said you were getting ready for bed, and I am imagining you undressing right now. Are you undressing, Monica?”

I laughed at his throaty tone but I would play along. “Actually, when the phone rang I was already pretty much undressed, so I just got into bed in my bra and panties.” I heard him clear his throat. “Take off your bra, Monica. You’ll be more comfortable,” he commanded.

I laughed, but did what he asked, putting the phone on the scarlet coverlet next to me. I called out, “Taking my bra off now. Ugh, yep I got the clasp. Off the shoulders. Done.” I heard him laugh again. “I’m back,” I said as I pulled the phone back to my ear.

“Very funny, but doesn’t that feel better, Monica. Don’t those cool sheets on your nipples make them harden?” It wasn’t the sheets that did that, it was his words and the way he said them, and I told him so.

He groaned. “I’d better stop, baby. I don’t want to have our first time be on the phone.” I blushed knowing he was talking about phone sex, and I was glad he couldn’t see that. “So, what do you do, Monica? For work, I mean?” He asked in an obvious attempt to change the subject.

“Work? I am teacher, high school English!” I lay down on the pillow with the phone pressed to my ear. I heard him groan through the receiver. “What?” I asked, “Bad track record in school, or something?” I teased.

“No Monica, that’s not it. I am just picturing you with a bun in your hair, a pencil behind your ear, and a ruler in your hand. God, even casual conversation with you has me imagining all kinds of naughty things. I am hot for this teacher. I’ve always wanted to screw a sexy teacher.” And, the conversation with Victor was back to sex just like that.

I laughed. “I’m pretty hot for you, too, Victor,” I admitted. “I have never just met a guy and felt what I felt –so instantaneously.” That was the biggest understatement of my life. This man had me imagining things I hadn’t even thought of or heard of before.

“I get off work at three tomorrow, Monica. I am going to come home, take a nap, shower and change. Then I am coming for you, and we are going to f*ck, and it’s going to be the best sex you have ever had in your life.” The way he said the words had left me feeling anxious and wanting. I was speechless, yet wanting him to do exactly what he said. I felt a wetness in my *, and wished he were here right now. I had the sudden urge to touch myself. How could his words alone do this to me I wondered. “Where do you live?” he asked. I told him I lived in Hudson in Pasco County, an hour from Tampa and gave him my address. “I live right in Tampa so I should be there around eight o’clock. Is that all right? I will take you to dinner, take you home, and I want to be crystal clear about this, then I am taking you to bed. Ok?”