Niki was incredibly bored. She should have been studying but they words from her European History textbook had jumbled into mush long ago. Certainly, she could find something to occupy her time, couldn't she? Niki tossed her heavy blond curls over her shoulder and looked up with a sigh of determination. Who would bring a thrill to her afternoon she wondered to herself as her dark blue eyes surveyed the faces around her. It only took a minute for those sapphire depths to light up as she selected her treat.
He was tall, just like she liked them. Something about a man having to bend down to taste her set Niki on fire. He wasn't the best looking man; his features were a bit too craggy for that but he was older with rough looking hands. His right hand was curled around his coffee cup and the left served as a place to rest his unshaven chin while he read his paper. Niki was already imagining them on her body.
She approached him slowly, squaring her shoulders and taking deliberate steps, once foot in front of the other. It was a walk she's perfected since her games began. Straightening the spine did wonders for highlighting the swell of a girl's breasts and accentuating the lean lines of toned legs. It was the single most important detail in exuding confidence. The second was the sly way she slipped into the seat opposite him, hips first, all in one movement as she tucked her lower lip between her teeth.
"Hey."
One word was all it took, delivered with a knowing smile, of course. The business type were the easiest to fluster. This one feel right in line, blushing deeply before he had the good sense to be outraged.
"Excuse me," he stammered nervously.
Niki tilted her head to the side and cocked a fine, tawny brow. "Yes?"
"Can I help you?" he responded.
Niki crossed her arms atop the table that separated her from her prey and leaned forward, sunlight gleaming off the charm nestled between her uplifted breasts. His eyes were immediately drawn there as Niki planned. She dropped her voice to just a hint about a whisper. "Actually, you can."
He swallowed then and loosed his tie.
"With what?"
Niki smiled. She shrugged nonchalantly then leaned back against the booth. "Care to guess?"
Annoyance entered his steady gray gaze and he shook open his paper in dismissal. "I don't have time for games," he growled out.
"Too bad," Niki purred. "I do."
The paper drooped a bit.
"Excuse me?"
Niki reached out and slowly pulled the paper from his grasp. "I like games," she stated. The forgotten paper fluttered to the tabletop. Her long thick lashes dropped suggestively, then lifted, the question clear in her eyes.
"Care to play?"
He swallowed and leaned forward. He really should walk away, he thought to himself. Then again, how could he? She was every man's fantasy this woman sitting before him. She was a slight little thing, maybe chest high if they'd been standing. Long hair fell in rich waves of honey around an oval face. Her skin was flawless, healthy and pink in the cheeks without that terrible fake orange glow often seen in California girls. Smoky eyes, thickly lashed blazed like a blue flame, dark navy at the edges of the iris, narrowing in pale near the pupils. Her lower lip was once again tucked between white teeth, making them kissably red.
"What are we playing?"
She leaned back and laughed, exposing her pale throat. He was thinking about kissing again, namely kissing her and pulling aside her cashmere surplice top to see if her nipples were the same color as her lips. Her eyes returned to his. The laughter was gone. It its place was a beckoning gaze. She slipped out of the seat, came around to his side and touched the cuff of his black wool blazer with one manicured finger.
"Take care of your tab."