Hi all, It's #MidWeekTease time again. I'm having a terrible time with the net at the moment, so fingers crossed...
For instance when I try to add the #MidWeekTease banner, it says' I have no net...*headsdesk*
Let's play, pretend there is a picture her...
However, here's a tease...
(from a WIP set in Hong Kong atm called the Perfect touch...subject to change)
I don’t want to eat just now,”
Bec said. “Dim sum and melon from the street market.”
The relief that whooshed through him, when he
understood she was explaining her negative answer to his question regarding food,
far outweighed the simple fact she’d told him. “Phew, so I’m not a
Billy-no-mates then?”
“Hell I haven’t heard that for
ages except from my primary kids.” She grinned. “Not actually my kids you
understand. Although a lot of them now just shout loser. Such charm some of
them have. Nah, don’t worry, I’ll be a friend to you.”
With
benefits? He could hope. To judge by the way his dick
was doing its best to imprint itself with zipper marks along its rapidly
hardening length, certain parts of his anatomy did more than hope.
“So as a friend will you have
dinner with me later?”
“How much later? She finished
most of her wine and beckoned one of the waiting staff over. “Another one of
these please, some nuts and?”
Nic nodded to his half drunk
beer. “Same again for me please.”
“Sure thing.”
The girl headed back to the
bar. Nic picked up his glass as Bec used her now empty one to trace circles on
the table top. Wet arcs came and went on the wooden surface.
Bec regarded him curiously.
“Why do you want to have dinner with me? I can tell you right now, I’d not be
on the menu. We only met an hour ago, and you know nothing about me. I could be
an axe murderer or a follower of the Bobbitt theory of adultery control.”
Beer went everywhere. Nic coughed and tears
rolled down his face as he fought to breath.
“Oh god, have I killed you?”
Bec put her glass down with a thud and stood up to eye him anxiously.
“Not yet,” he gasped as she slid along the
bench, skirted the table and began to thump him on the back. “Not even the
little death more’s the pity.”
“If you can joke about that,
you’ll live.” She moved her hands off his back, and returned to her seat,
fished in her handbag and handed him a tissue. “At least you don’t have to
worry about your mascara running.”
He swallowed decided he could
talk coherently and cleared his throat as the waitron put their drinks and a
bowl of shelled peanuts in the table. He nodded his thanks and waited until
they were once more alone.
Bec picked up a handful of
peanuts and pushed the bowl across the table. “Can’t resist them.”
“How do you know?”
How do I know what? That I can’t resist
peanuts.” She gestured to her full hand. “Every time.”
Hell, they were beginning to
sound like parrots. “No, not that. That I don’t have to worry about my
mascara?”
Three peanuts shot across the
table and landed one in his beer, one in his lap and the third missed his eye
by inches.
Bec groaned and then squealed
as several more disappeared down her cleavage. “Ugh.”
“Can I fish them out for you?
Nic asked innocently. “As a friend.”
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Happy reading,
love Raven xx
