Roman Harrison

This chick is so hot it makes my head spin. Curves in all the right laces, a face that could rival a movie star. Don't even get me started on her hair. Damn.

She's pressin' up on me like she's tryna pay rent, and I ain't even ashamed that I'm lettin' her.

I feel her hand find my chest as I hold my beer, the music and the noise of everbody around is humming and curling around us like smoke in a windowless room. I don't push her away. I'm gonna hit that tonight, I ain't even gon' lie to myself.

She says something about my game, but I know she's talkin' shit. She clearly has no idea about football. That much is obvious. She's here with a friend of a friend of a friend, and I know she's just tryna fuck a baller. And you know what? I'm going to let her.

I take a long pull of my beer and glance up. You're there. You're talking to Marco. He's standing a little fuckin' close for my liking, but I push that shit away. This ain't about you. This is about me, this tight little thing attached to me, and then getting the hell outta here because I have physio in the morning.

She glances up at me, leaning too close. I let her. She smells pretty damn good. He mouth is close to my jaw and I let it happen as my eyes find you again.

I watch you for a long moment. Too damn long. So long in fact, that the weight of my gaze wraps around your neck like my hand on your throat.

When you turn, I don't look away. I hold your gaze, and let the corner of my lip tick up.

That's right. I see you.

Let's go somewhere a little more private. I murmur the words to the girl hanging from my side, my eyes never leaving yours. I can feel her smile against my neck as she grins up at me.

I peel my gaze from yours and turn her slowly, heading upstairs. I don't even bother with ceremony. I push her into the first empty bedroom and shut the door behind us.

Clothes off babygirl. I wanna see what you're workin' with.

I step back and let her undress, watching as the floor swallows her clothes and she's bare in front of me. I smile, a cold, hungry smile.

On your knees.

She listens, not even a drop of hesitation. It's too easy. You wouldn't be this easy, I think as I unzip my pants.

Open wide.

She does. Again. Too easy. I glance over her out the window knowing you're downstairs as her mouth closes on me.

She lets out a theatrical moan. Jesus... She's one of those. You wouldn't do that.

I know you wouldn't.