S. K. Lessly's Book Excerpts

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Get me the fuck out of here!

 

I sent Sol another dirty look. He grimaced and sent an apologetic look my way. He was going to pay for this bullshit, and he knew it.

 

I ignored the woman next to me and surveyed the place for our waitress. I was just about to give up and shoot my date in the fucking head, ending my misery, when a familiar face came into view. She was sitting at the bar at the back of the restaurant, facing me. The bar was a distance away, but I could feel her sensual brown eyes on me. I hadn’t seen her in two weeks, doing my best to keep my distance. That woman had been doing crazy shit to my head ever since I met her, shit I didn’t like and couldn’t fucking control. I hated being out of control. 

 

Like now, I found myself mumbling an excuse about getting another drink and standing up from the table. I didn’t even ask anyone else if they wanted a drink. With a desire I couldn’t explain, I stepped away from the table and made my way to the bar. 

 

Her eyes tracked my movement, never wavering. I couldn’t tear my eyes from hers either. This was madness. She was pulling me to her. I couldn’t control myself even if I tried. No woman had ever had this kind of effect on me, not even my wife. That revelation should have had me walking the other way, escaping. Instead, I was moving closer, transfixed on this gorgeous-as-fuck woman before me.

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I arrived at the busy bar and made my way to the only open spot, which happened to be right next to her. I stood there rigid as fuck at first. Then as a beautiful smile spread along her gorgeous face, my body instantly relaxed.

 

“Hey, Lock,” she greeted, her voice soft. She glanced my way briefly and then continued glancing around the restaurant.

I immediately missed her eyes.

 

“Miss Gates, how’ve you been?”

 

Her perfectly sculpted eyebrows arched in surprise. She smiled. “It’s still Miss Gates, huh?”

 

I didn’t respond.

 

Her smile grew. “I’m okay. You?” she asked, her eyes still not meeting mine.

 

That shit wouldn’t do.

 

“Are you going to look at me when you talk to me?” I queried, unable to keep the irritation out of my voice. 

 

Her brown eyes quickly fell on me, and damn, I couldn’t breathe. The woman was just breathtaking, her beauty undeniable. She wore no makeup. Or should I say none of that foundation shit? She had on mascara, making her eyelashes thick and dark. A hint of bronze eye shadow enhanced her brown eyes, but that was about it. No, wait. That wasn’t it. Her lips… Fuck, they were this maroon shade that was calling to me, calling to my dick.

 

I cleared my throat and shifted my eyes up to hers. I had to. If I didn’t, I would have eye fucked her hard, especially when I caught a glance at the cleavage that she sported for all to see. 

 

“Are you here alone?” I asked, praying she would say yes. If she told me she was on a date, there was no telling what I’d do. And no, it wasn’t lost on me the irony of that statement or that she was taken. I just… well…fuck it! 

 

I’m not explaining my fucked-up logic to no one. It is what it is.

 

Phoebe nodded. “Yes. Well, I’m waiting for my friends, but they’re running a bit late.”

 

Friends? Are these friends male or female?

 

“Oh, I see,” I replied, again unable to keep my tone even and light. 

 

She smirked at me. “What about you? Are you on a date?”

 

I scoffed and rolled my eyes just as the bartender finally stepped up to take my order. I ordered a scotch, double, neat. He nodded and went about fulfilling my order.

Relieved that my drink was on its way, I gave the woman, who had been starring in every sexual fantasy I could dream up, my undivided attention. 

 

“Yeah, sort of,” was my vague reply to her question.

 

She laughed.

 

My dick twitched. Fuc-king hell!

 

“Sort of? What? It’s not going well?” she asked, amusement dancing along her features.

 

I blew out a breath. “Fuck no. For one, she called me old.”

 

She gasped, grinning at me. “No… old? Not you?”

 

I couldn’t stop the side of my mouth from curling up as I replied, “Yeah, me… Go figure, right?”

 

“She should be shot.”

 

“My thoughts exactly. She’s been running her mouth nonstop for at least an hour. My ears are bleeding from hearing her annoying voice all night.”

Phoebe giggled and shook her head. “Oh, I’m sure she’s not that bad. At least she’s pretty.”

 

I grunted my reply then paused as her words stirred a thought.

 

“How do you know what she looks like. Have you been watching me, Miss Gates?”

She shrugged but didn’t reply.

 

The bartender placed my drink in front of me. I motioned him to take care of Phoebe, but she declined. Feeling that I’d done the gentleman thing, I pulled out my wallet and dropped a twenty and a five on the bar’s counter.

 

“Maybe she’s just nervous,” Phoebe added, lightly changing the subject, giving me a playful smile to distract me. The shit was working. “I know I would be nervous talking to you.”

 

“Why?” I took her in, clocking the shy smile she suddenly gave me. 

 

Damn…

 

My body instantly came alive then, vibrating with a need to claim her, to control her, to dominate her, to own every fucking inch of her. It wasn’t lost on me that I didn’t just want this woman. I wanted her and I didn’t know how I felt about that.

 

For one, she belonged to someone else. For two and fuck, this was important. I had already loved and married the woman who was made for me. There was no way this woman next to me could be made for me too. You only had one soul mate and I had already had mine. Yet, I couldn’t deny the feelings stirring in my soul, the pull I felt drawing me towards her. 

 

The thought of her being someone else’s pissed me the fuck off. I was also jealous as fuck, which I refused to admit out loud. That night I’d had to make my exit fast, hoping that if I didn’t see her again, it would be too soon. I was better off. I snorted inwardly, knowing damn well that was bullshit.

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