She needed to cool down. The answer was a small bar a few miles from her apartment. She knew it to always be filled with locals, meaning they could relax and not worry about any peering office eyes.
They walked inside the darkened tavern. She felt his hand on her back leading her to the corner of the bar. He called over the bartender and looked to her with a smile. “I’ll take a corona with a lime and the lady would like…”
“The same, please.” She took the seat next to him against the wall.
He laid some money on the bar before taking his seat. “So you needed a drink.”
He leaned forward against the bar beside her, playfully nudging her shoulder.
“So is it all my fault, or just the day in general?"
“More the day than you, to be honest.”
“So what happened wasn’t completely shocking?”
“Oh, it was shocking.” She suppressed the uncomfortable laugh residing in the back of her throat and instead released a small giggle. “It just wasn’t unwanted.”
“The rest of the day pretty much sucked.”
“No argument there.” The bartender arrived with their beers. Sara took a drink of it, allowing room for the lime she pushed within the bottleneck. She reached for the salt shaking it onto the mouth of her bottle. “What are you doing?”
The beer began to react to the salt, and she took a quick sip before it overflowed. “What? You’ve never put salt in your beer?”
“I can’t say that I have.” He smiled at her—he had the nicest smile—as she took another sip from her beer. Conscious to keep the air of confidence she had created around herself, she refused to break his gaze.
“Don’t knock it till you’ve tried it.”
“Go for it.” Will twisted his body to face her, picked up her beer, and took a sip. She smiled in expectation of his reaction. He remained stoic, placing the beer back on the bar, and a giggle escaped from her chest. “So?”
“I told you.”
“That you did.”
“See, you should listen to me more often.”
“I am now convinced.”
“It’s about time.” She rose from her seat. “I’ll be back.”
Sara walked through the bar past the set of pool tables and small dance floor. She pushed her way into the ladies' room. She drained her bladder, washed her hands, and looked at her reflection in the mirror.
Why was it so shocking that he kissed her? Attracted to her? She wasn’t drop-dead gorgeous, but she wasn’t a leper. In fact, she looked damn good for thirty-four. She managed to keep her slim tight figure. It curved in the right places, and she had no complaints. She had no problems rocking a tight dress, or mini skirt. Her brown eyes were a little boring, but her defined features and glossy thick chestnut hair more than made up for it. She always got complimented on her hair. People said it shined like polished glass beneath the lowest of lights.
The heat of his demanding kiss flashed in her mind. A blush rose in her cheeks, and she took a breath. The reaction was spawned not only from the event, but the guilt that came with it.
What did she have to feel guilty about? They were both single, so it wasn’t like they were offending anyone. They worked together, but due to recent events, he was no longer her boss. Was that what prompted him to act so quickly in the parking lot?
She was puzzled. A quick once-over and she stepped out of the bathroom to return to the bar. A warm hand caught her wrist. She turned, and he flashed that infamous grin. She couldn’t help but smile back, and he pulled her along to the dance floor. A few couples were scattered around them. Once she was within reach, he placed her hand on his shoulder, the other against his chest. His hands gently grasped her waist, and they began to sway to the music. Her skin tingled with his proximity. His hands kneaded the muscles of her back, and she tilted her head looking up at him.
“I didn’t know you danced.”
“What can I say, I’m full of surprises.”
“What do you mean?”
“What happened? Why are you dancing with me instead of on an airplane?”
She laid the question out without accusation, just curiosity, and she watched him process it. She wondered what his reaction would be and patiently waited for his response.
“If given the choice between a stuffy airplane, and dancing with you, the choice is obvious.”
“You’re avoiding the question.”
“Yes, and I’m wondering why.”
“Maybe because the reason doesn’t matter.”
“Then there should be no problem in answering the question.”
“You would think that, wouldn’t you?” His hands moved up her back, and she continued to challenge him with her eyes.
“I’m not a fling, Will.” His hand slid up and into her hair. A chill raced her spine, and his eyes searched her face.
“You never could be, Sara.”
The statement stopped her breath and her eyes began to lower. She felt his warmth against her cheek just before his lips brushed hers. The act was timid and a wordless request for permission. Her eyes closed, and instinctively drawn to his mouth, she raised her chin to meet the call of his embrace. His lips were warm and soft, coaxing in their ability to ignite her body. They continued to sway to the sultry sounds around them, his strong arms holding her tightly against him.