Fool Me Twice

by Carrie Aarons

“And what’s your favorite drink?” The timbre of his voice makes my teeth clank together, because goddamn it if I didn’t just get a little wet.

“Jim, Jack, or Johnny.” I sneer up at him, too annoyed to care that he baited me.

Lincoln Kolb … shit, it should be a sin to look like this guy. You know when you read about guys in books or watch movies and they claim tall, dark and handsome? This guy exceeds all of those wimps by a hundred miles. His body is a mass of lean muscle, broad shoulders, tapered waist. His body is both the kind of pickup truck you want to get on your back in, and the sleek sports car that turns you on to the point of climbing over the gearshift.

I guess it doesn’t suck that the guy I’m going to seduce and suck the life out of, like I’m a black widow spider, is fucking gorgeous. At the end of the day, good sex is a bonus and there is no way Lincoln Kolb could be bad. It would be such a damn shame.

I haven’t encountered many girls like myself over the years. I’m no-nonsense, bullshit-proof, and rarely take a liking to someone at first impression.