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Eric laid his hand on Cathy’s shoulder, leaned down and gave her a moist peck on the back of her neck. Cathy loved the little kiss; it sent a tingle up her spine. After the titillating exchange with the edgy biker guy and the little kiss from Eric, her sexual energy was on high alert. “Who was that guy sitting with you? He looked a little rough around the edges,” Eric mused.

Cathy giggled nervously, “Oh, he was just some Harley guy. He said he thought he knew me or something, but I didn’t know him from Adam.” Still buzzing from the peck on her neck, she took a sip of her drink to try to calm her jittery nerves. Waves of arousal flowed through her as she took in the handsome, sexy, figure occupying the stool next to her. “While you were gone, I checked out the parking lot and I didn’t see your Jeep.”

“It’s not there. I parked in front of the hotel. Seemed like a good spot, you never know when you might need a room.” He gave her a wink.

Cathy’s face flushed red. Oh my goodness, he wants me too and he’s not even trying to hide it. She attempted to take a sip of her drink, but her hand was shaking so badly she couldn’t lift the glass.

The observant Eric leaned closer. “You look beautiful tonight.”

“I…uh, do?”

“You always do, my dear.”

“Why, thank you.” Cathy was a mess now. The kiss, the compliments, the parking location, her own devious thoughts were almost overwhelming her. She was on the verge of making a fool of herself. She fought to keep her raging emotions under control while making a weak attempt at small talk. “How do you like your Jeep?” She said in a nervous, high-pitched tone.

“Uh, it’s okay. Rides kind of rough and really doesn’t do very well on mileage. But overall, I like the openness of it.”

Cathy tossed down the remainder of her drink and scooted her stool closer to his. Eric looked down at her shapely legs pushing in on his. He drained the remnants of his most recent beer, leaned over and whispered in her ear, “Why don’t we go somewhere a little more private? The hotel might be fun.”

Cathy grabbed the side of her barstool and squeezed it tightly to calm her shaking hands. Her desperate eyes looked Eric’s handsome face up and down. “I know a better place,” she said softly.

He laid his hand on her bare knee. “I’m game for anything, Babe. You name it and we’re out of here.”

She smiled warmly, rubbing her breasts against him as she slid off of the stool. “I have some friends who are up north most of the year. We can use their place.”

“Can’t wait.”

“Me either.”

Eric hopped off his stool and shouted at the nearby bartender, “What’s the damages?”

The bartender stepped in front of the bright computer screen and typed in a couple of quick commands. He waited for a second and then punched in a few more commands. “Forty-eight dollars and seventy five cents,” he shouted over the noisy patrons.

Eric slipped his money clip from his pocket and laid three twenties on the bar. “Keep the change.”

“Thanks,” the smiling bartender shouted.

Cathy wrapped his left hand inside both of hers and pushed it firmly against her groin area. “Ready?”

Somewhat surprised by the aggressive move, Eric scanned her face and smiled suggestively. “Your car or mine?” he asked.

“Let’s take mine; the garage door opener is in the glove box.”

“Let’s get outa here!” a beaming Eric exclaimed.