Stella had a lot more brains, but not a better attitude. She was blond and beautiful. It should have been enough, but when she told him she’d blown off her mother’s seventieth birthday party for their date, he was shocked. “My sisters will take care of her. Do I look like someone who wants to watch an old lady eat a chain-baked, Crisco-frosted cake? Puleeze.” Under the table, before they’d even finished the main course, Stella ran her bare foot up his leg and wedged it against his crotch. He’d nearly choked on his Manicotti. She batted long fake lashes and purred, “I want to have sex with you. Right now. In the bathroom.” Talk about being man handled. Now that it was on the books, he should file charges. Weren’t BOTH parties supposed to be up for the game? A minute ago they were talking about bridge tolls, then bam, foot on junk. Where did that come from? When he said ‘no’ to her offer, she told him no one ever turned her down for sex, and left him sitting at the table.
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