She smiled and looked deep into my eyes as if she was trying to freeze my soul and then steal it for the end of times. At the same time, her right hand was stretched towards me.

“Fuck, she wants me to kiss her hand or what?” I thought to myself, but I figured she only wanted to make acquaintances.

“Rebecca!” she grinned at me as my eyes stared at the three golden rings she had on her fingers. A big one on her thumb and one on her middle finger and one on the finger where people usually keep engagement rings.

“Adam…” I muttered and shook her hand.

The skin on her fingers was extremely soft at touch, just like a baby’s bottom sign that she was taking extremely good care of her.  

“It looks like you are not the kind that works with their hands,” I said to her with a cheeky voice trying to appear funny, and I know now that was probably the worst shit I could say, but that’s how it happened and was hoping she wouldn’t be upset.

I was in luck and as they say, nothing can take a man two things: his luck and the day he is bound to die. That was my lucky night and it had barely started and was yet again the proof that once a woman sets her eyes on something/someone she’ll go for it to hell and back regardless of the circumstances or stupid shit the man might say.

“You have no idea what I can do with these hands!” she gave me the most devious grin that almost stopped my mind working as it was trying to imagine the ‘wonders’ she could work with those feeble fingers.

“Now, why don’t you buy me a drink and leave the small talk for later?”

That remark took me a bit by surprise; I did plan to buy her a drink but not before asking her first. It looked like I had fallen in second place that night and in a way, I liked her boldness, because it spared me of a lot of trouble.

“Of course, where are my manners,” I giggled and made a sign to the bartender. “Another martini I suppose?”

She shook her head in disapproval; “Nah, I think I’ll have vodka this time… with lime, please.”

“Damnn, a woman knows her drinks,” I replied and ordered vodka for her and a shot of tequila for me. I needed something to straighten my thoughts a bit, as Rebecca looked like the woman who knew exactly what she wanted from life and she was not going to take any shit from anyone.

“What, you thought only men know how to drink or what?” she basted me a little bit just like a teacher would do with her younger pupils.

The domination game had started already, god damn it, and I was one leg behind. This foxy redhead had jumped the start and felt no shame about it. I guess that’s how she lived her life, always on the edge, and always feeling every second of it.

She drank chugged that vodka in one gulp before I could even touch my tequila, and my amazing eyes were stuck to her image. I guess she noticed that feeling running through my veins, so she drew closer without saying anything until her lips basically touched the lobe of my left ear. I could feel their warmth and their wetness as her warm breath was caressing the very thoughts that ran through my head.

“Do you want me to tell you a secret?” she slowly whispered and then licked my ear.

I slowly nodded my ear like a schoolboy who knows he doesn’t have another chance but to say yes.

“All this alcohol is making me horny!”

That ended with another soft kiss on my neck right under my ear. That shit gave me the goosebumps and turned my cock into fucking stone in an instant. The game was on already, and all I had to do now was to keep it up and make her feel thrills such as those she was giving me.

“And what do you suggest we do about it?” I whispered back to her ear, but I refrained from kissing her neck… I didn’t feel like it was the moment to do it, at least not yet.

Rebecca shrugged and moved away from me without saying anything; I could see her looking at me from under long lashes, certainly, she had those implanted. Her rapid blinking was sign enough that she was hooked already, but still loved to tease me and see me how I was going to react.  

“I don’t know…” she muttered eventually, “You tell me what needs to be done about it.”

Fucking tease… I thought to myself and looked back at John for whatever support he could provide, but my friend was gone entirely and now I found myself alone on that battlefield, surrounded by all kinds of thoughts that contradicted one another.

If it were up to me, I would’ve fucked her right there on the spot; the hormones were running wild under my skin already, and I could feel the tension and blood pressure getting higher and higher in my veins.