Into The Night - Sex Stories

Into The Night

... myself shoving her out of the way so I could drag him to the cruisy, late-night café down the road, where the two of us could relax, sip good coffee and enjoy each other’s company. If all went well maybe invite him back to my place and help him out of that constricting suit… “Lacey, shake it off. You’re giving him sex eyes again. It’s getting creepy.” “Whoops.” I glanced at Sarah just in time to catch the end of an eye roll. She completed my drink order for Logan and his harpy then slid the loaded tray across to me. I flashed her a smile as I collected it from the bar. “Okay, okay, you're right. I'm done now, I promise.” She tucked her chin length blonde hair behind her ear and gave me an amused look that suggested she didn't believe a word of what I'd just said. “Don’t worry about it. I guess this kind of thing’s bound to happen when you’re unintentionally celibate.” My smile turned into a laugh. I flipped her off with my free hand then turned and walked away. No more than three steps later I stopped so suddenly that some of the chardonnay sloshed from the wine glasses. I slipped a cloth from my apron and alternated between working on the mess and staring in disbelief at the man I’d been not so secretly stalking all night. The idiot had pushed his chair back and pulled a ring box from his jacket pocket. My fingers gripped the tray and I sucked in a breath, holding it in while my heart pounded. I wanted to scream Noooo! and run at him in slow motion. Take a dive and whack ...

... that thing out of his hand before he made the single biggest mistake of his life—a life I admittedly knew next to nothing about these days, but still. Instead, all I could do was stand there with my mouth shaped into a slackened O while I waited for the inevitable. He dropped to the floor beside her and made a speech I had no chance of making out from where I stood. I doubted the other diners could hear it either, but when the idea had caught on that something big was about to happen, a low ripple of conversation went through the room and people set down their cutlery to focus on the show. While he went ahead and bared his silly, misguided heart to the woman, she sat upright and watched on in smug silence, the emotion on her face striking me as strange and unsurprising all at the same time. No excitement, no tenderness, just an odd look of triumph. Then he opened the velvet box to offer her the contents… And she clapped a hand over her mouth to smother a laugh. My throat constricted and I watched on in horrified amazement. She waited a few beats then pulled her hand away and said in a volume loud enough for every one in the restaurant to hear, “You’re joking, right? You're loaded and that’s the best you can do. The ring has to be what—less than a carat?” Her laugh had a hysterical edge to it and she leaned away from him as if she didn’t want the icky, carat deficient ring anywhere near her. What. A. Bitch. My limbs chose that moment to start working again and I purposefully took ...