I just stood there taking in my surroundings, his apartment twice the size of ours. Jamie would be green with envy. The brightly lit view of Manhattan visible from this height, the thick gold satin curtain whip lightly in the breeze. Someone had left the balcony door open.
I could do with another drink, pooh- poohing the fact that Darryl had just removed his jacket and shirt.
Oh my god, he has the V
I take a deep breath, then another. I shouldn't stare, but I can't tell the last time I saw that in a man. His heavy breathing causes his muscles to roll and ripple.
"Do you work out a lot?"
"Yes, twice a day."
He steps towards me. "Do you want another drink?"
"No"
His eyes are piercing me, his mouth slightly open. He seems so unreal, almost unattractive. Breathing through his mouth like that. His front torso and right arm beautifully inked.
I laughed lightly inwardly. It's not unattractive - not at all. The sweet rise and fall of his chest.
"Are you sure? You look like you could do with the whole bottle."
I nodded, to afraid to speak. Mentally slapping myself for not accepting his offer.
My body grew hot as he grew closer. His scent of soap, musk and man engulfed me. His hand moved over my breast, massaging it through the material.