Diluted Desire (7 page)

“I understand.” He knew that the men in the bar were worse than vultures with women, especially pretty women, he was surprised that she made it this far without getting hit on.  “Here sit down.”  Clint jumped up and pulled her chair out for her and Larkin blushed.  That was the first time in a long time that a man had shown such chivalry. 

Trevor introduced himself.  “So how do you know my brother?” he asked.

“From Sugah Cakes, I had been hearing wonderful things about the bakery and I dropped by one night and there he was.”

“Yeah, it’s a nice shop.  His business is booming.  I told him he should open another one.”

Larkin feigned surprise, she turned to Clint.  “Oh my God! That’s your shop.  You’re the owner, I didn’t know.”

Clint grinned sheepishly.  “You wouldn’t know, most customers don’t, it’s cool.  Would you like something to eat?  We have hot wings but you can order something different to eat if you want,” he generously offered.

“Wings and beer are fine, I’m not picky.  I’ll be right back, I need to wash my hands.”  Trevor and Clint stood when she left the table.

They both watched her saunter away.  Trevor whistled softly.  “Wow!”

“Yeah wow!”

“Now, that lady will break up a marriage!”

“Yeah, if I let her, but I’m not.  But damn she is fine.”

“Be careful,” Trevor warned.

Clint narrowed his eyes.  “What are you talking about?”

“You damn near choked on your beer when you saw her.  You’re attracted to her, there’s nothing wrong with that.  Just don’t do anything that you’re going to regret.”

Clint flattened his lips.  “There’s nothing to worry about, I’m straight.”

“We’ll, see.”

The rest of the evening the trio watched the football game and cheered for the Atlanta Falcons.  Every time Marcel’s name was announced, Larkin wanted to throw her mug at the TV.  Whenever the Falcons ran
a play
that garnered a cheer, Larkin grazed her breasts against Clint, by the end of the game he was leaning toward her, encouraging her brushes. 

“Go Falcons!” Clint cheered at the end of the game.  The Falcons had won again.  “I bet they’re going to the playoffs!”

“I guess I better head on home.  Blaklee is in one of her moods, she about blown up my phone with her stupid texts,” Trevor said, but he was grinning.  Clint knew that he enjoyed the drama.  “It was nice meeting you Larkin.”  Trevor nodded at Clint, then he mouthed, “Be careful.” He strolled out of the bar.

“I think I’d better get going too.”  Larkin stood then swayed.  She reached out for the table, groping the air.  “I need to sit down.”  She slid into her seat.  “I think I drank too much.  I don’t think I can drive home,” she slurred.

Clint nervously licked his lips.  “Is there somebody you can call?”

“No, it’s too late.  It’s almost midnight.  I don’t want to disrupt anybody’s bedtime just because I can’t hold my alcohol.”

“Would you like me to call you a cab?”

“I hate cabs, they’re always so dirty and smelly.”

Clint gulped.  “I can drive you home.”

Larkin looked at him, her eyes wide and guileless.  “You sure?  It’s all the way in Stone Mountain.”

“Um sure.  Come on.”

Clint helped her up and Larkin sagged against him as he tugged, pulled and almost carried her out to his vehicle, a Mercedes SUV.  “Nice car,” she mumbled.

“So where am I going?”

She gave him the address then promptly fell asleep.  Clint turned on his radio and settled in for the hour-long drive ahead of him.  By the time he turned into her driveway, Larkin was snoring softly. 

He gently nudged her awake.  “We’re here.”

Larkin’s eyes fluttered open and she gave him a goofy grin.  “Thanks will you walk me to the door?”

Clint strolled over to the passenger side and pulled Larkin out, she wrapped her arms around his neck.  “You’re cute,” she said.

“Thanks,” Clint said attempting to remove her arms from around his neck and trying to make his dick go down.  “Come on.”  They stumbled to the front door.  “You have your key?” 

Larkin shoved her purse at him.  “You get it.”

He propped her against the door while he quickly opened her little clutch, fortunately she only had her cell phone, lipstick, money clip and her keys, so he didn’t have to do much searching.

After a couple of tries, he found the right key, and unlocked the door, they stumbled in.  He slammed the door behind them. 

“Can you take me up to my bedroom?” Larkin asked.

“You can’t make it up to your room?” he asked incredulous. 

“I might fall down the stairs,” she whined.

“Okay, okay, just show me.”

“Grab my hand.”

Clint hesitated before taking her hand and they walked through the dark house with Larkin leading the way.  They made their way upstairs and Larkin stopped at her bedroom.  “Can you please stay with me tonight?”

Clint snatched his hand away, causing Larkin to sway, she leaned against the doorjamb and grabbed her head.  “I can’t.  I’ll make sure that you get into bed, but I can’t stay.”

“Please stay.  I might be sick, I don’t want to puke all over myself, please,” she begged.

“Larkin, I really can’t,” he said firmly.

“Please,” she pleaded while she grabbed his hand and pulled him into her bedroom.  “It’s almost morning anyway, I’m sure you have a long drive back home, stay here.  I’d feel badly if you fell asleep at the wheel or got into an accident,” she whispered.

“The drive isn’t that long.” But as soon as he said it, he realized that he didn’t want to drive another hour to go home just to lie next to Violet.

Larkin bumped into her bed, she dropped down, pulling Clint on top of her.  “Please,” she repeated.

Their mouths were only inches apart.  “Okay,” Clint mumbled.  He rolled off her.  “Let me go lock up the truck.  I’ll be right back.”

As soon as Clint stepped out of the room, all traces of her inebriation evaporated.  “Gotcha!” She raced to the bathroom, pulled off all her clothes, then slipped into a sheer baby doll.  When Clint returned to the room, Larkin was standing in front of the window stretching, the moonbeams were like spotlights on her, outlining her nearly naked body. 

He froze while he devoured her body with his eyes.  They kept returning to her lush breasts.  He cleared his throat.  “I’m back.”

“I see.  Ready for bed?”

“Sure.”

Larkin slid between the covers and she watched Clint with amusement.  He had kicked off his shoes, but he stopped there, unsure of how much he should take off.  He nervously tapped a small travel kit against his leg. 

Larkin made it easy for him.  “You might be more comfortable if you take off your pants and shirt,” she said softly.  “You can set your bag on the nightstand or on top of the dresser, either one is fine.”

“Sure.”  Clint turned away from her while he undressed.  He folded everything and placed them on her dresser and planted his bag on top of the pile.

“I can hang your clothes if you want.”

“That’s okay.”

Clint got into bed beside Larkin and her scent hit him.
Oh God.
He turned away from her, hiding his excitement.  Larkin touched his back and he nearly jumped off the bed.

Larkin bit back her laughter.  “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to startle you.  I just wanted to thank you for driving me home.  I owe you.”

“No you don’t.  It’s something that anybody would do.”

“Yeah, but they might try to take advantage of me, and you didn’t, so thank you.  Good night.”

“Good night.”

Clint woke up to the smell of coffee.  He wiped his hands over his face, he was surprised that he had even slept.  As soon as she had fallen asleep, Larkin had snuggled into him, pressing her breasts against his back and scissoring her leg between his.  He had gotten so turned on that he had thought about going into the bathroom to jack off, but he refrained, the last thing he needed was for Larkin to walk in on him pleasuring himself.

Clint picked up his clothes and his traveling kit before ambling off to the bathroom where he cleaned himself up as best as he could.  He found his way to the kitchen where Larkin was cooking in the same sheer baby doll she had slept in.

“Sweet Jesus,” Clint hissed.  It was like she was naked.  His eyes blazed over her body.  He zeroed in on her taut ass, it was two perfect orbs.  His hands itched to touch it.

Larkin turned around and Clint inhaled sharply at the frontal view.  He didn’t bother to disguise his desire as he boldly took her in.  Larkin stood proudly in front of him, she stuck out her chest, giving him a perfect view of her lush breasts.  Clint’s gaze traveled down, then stopped at the sweetness between her legs, he unconsciously licked his lips.  He noticed two things:  that she shaved and that her pussy looked sexy as hell.

“Good morning,” Larkin said, breaking the silence.  “I’m not on the menu this morning, but I can be,” she said with a wink.

“Um, no.  I’m married.”

“I’m here if you change your mind.  Anyway, I made you breakfast.”

Clint shook his head.  “Thanks, but I really have to go, I need to open the bakery.”

Larkin cocked her head to the side.  “You’re telling me that you’re the only one who can open the bakery.  Don’t you have a manager or an assistant who can do it?”

“Yeah, but I like to be there—”

Larkin pointed to the table nestled in the breakfast nook, it was already set for two.  “Sit down, you’ll drive better with some food and coffee.”

“Oh, okay, sure,” he conceded, then took a seat.

She gave him a bright smile before leaning in front of him to pour his coffee, her breasts dangled enticingly.  “Cream or sugar?”

Clint shook his head, unwilling to speak.  He was afraid that if he’d open his mouth, he’d latch onto one of her delicious looking nipples.

“Okay, well let me know if you change your mind.”  She went over to the oven where she pulled out a stack of warmed pancakes, Canadian bacon, scrambled eggs and hash browns.  It took her a few minutes but she filled their plates with the food.

“I’m impressed, when did you find the time to fix all this?”

“While you were still sleeping,” she teased.  Mariah’s next door neighbor worked part-time at IHOPs and he owed her a favor, she had texted him a couple hours ago, with her breakfast request.  He had shown up with it fifteen minutes before Clint woke up.  All she had to do was keep it warm.  And he was so sweet that he had agreed to drive her to her truck.

“This is good!  I can’t remember the last time I had something so delicious for breakfast.”

“Thanks.  So when can I take you to dinner?” Larkin abruptly asked.

“You don’t have to do that!” Clint protested.

“But I do, I really want to thank you.  You really helped me out last night.  I don’t know what happened, I usually don’t drink so much.”

“This breakfast is thanks enough.  You really don’t have to take me to dinner.”

“Well, what about if I cook dinner for you.  Come here for dinner.  Please!”

“Larkin, I’m married.”

“I know, and I respect that, but all I want to do is to thank you.  It’s only dinner and that’s all.  And once you’ve eaten we’ll be even.  So will you come?”

“I’m not sure—”

“Please,” she begged.

“Okay, okay.  You are hard to refuse.  You may cook dinner for me.  Just tell me when.”

Larkin reached over and squeezed his thigh.  “Thank you Clint.  I’ll give you an evening that you’ll never forget.”

Chapter 11

Violet re-read the text that Larkin had sent her.  “So they slept together but nothing happened.”  Violet immediately texted back that she wanted a picture of him in her bed.  Larkin responded with that isn’t enough proof.  Violet knew she was right, if she was going to catch him with his pants down, she wanted to make sure she did it right.  “On second thought, I do want any and all pictures, even of him sleeping in bed,” she muttered then texted it to Larkin.

When she realized that Clint wasn’t coming home for the night, she had texted him, asking him where he was.  He had replied back that he had too much to drink and was staying at Trevor’s.

“I’m going to catch you,” she vowed.  “And when I do, you’re gonna regret cheating on me.”

Chapter 12

“I’m glad you came,” Summer said to Yvette, while pushing her shopping cart down the aisle of Party City.  “I really wasn’t in the mood to go shopping by myself.” 

“It’s not like we’re shopping for shoes, it’s just stuff for your Halloween party.”

“Shopping is shopping and I got the company’s credit card.  Clint OK’d us to have lunch on him,” Summer said, then she stopped at the decorations.  Summer picked up two paper skeletons and threw them in the cart.  She eyed the plastic glow-in-the-dark skeletons, the ones they had were getting old, and she picked up three more and dropped them with the other skeletons.

“Yeah you would love that won’t you?” Yvette asked and Summer stilled her movements.

“What are you talking about?”

“Eating lunch off your boss’s hot body,” Yvette joked.

“Oh stop! I’m so over that.”

“Really?”  Yvette picked up boxes of jack-o-lantern Halloween lights and dropped them into the cart.  They strolled on.