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Day 16: Underestimated

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Pretty Wrapping, August 22 2012

Leaning against the cushioned bar, he lifted neat scotch to his lips and eyed every inch of her. She was a tiny brunette thing, with what he’d guess was a sweet ass under the tiny strapless sundress. She was here with friends, but was obviously uninterested in participating in the current squealing-female round of tequila shots.  Zane would wager a week’s pay that she’d be the type to let him cop a little feel real quick. He’d have to see what he could do about finding out.

She didn’t need to glance up from her seat at the bar’s corner to know he was watching her.  She was intrigued by the way that he seemed to stare, not at, but into her.  He was so damn handsome – built, light of eyes, with speckles of grey in the facial scruff. Maybe this one would keep her interest longer than those recent idgits with more bedroom power than brain power. Cassie would wager a week’s pay that he’d be the type to actually listen and have something to say in return. She’d have to see what she could do about finding out.

She didn’t have much more time to wonder about him. He pushed his lanky body off the bar and walked directly toward her. Cassie went on full alert as her brain shouted, “Please don’t be an asshole!”.

“Buy you a drink?” His voice had a sexy huskiness.

Lifting her chin to meet his face full on, she replied steadily, “No, thanks. But I wouldn’t say no to some company. What’s your name?”

He replied, “Zane. My name is Zane.”

“Well, Zane, I’m Cassie. Have a seat and keep me from killing my best friends.”

The corners of his full mouth twitched as he slid onto the stool next to her. “And why would you want to kill them? They just seem like they’re having a little fun.”

Cassie sighed and looked sheepishly over at her girls. “I know. Normally I’d be over there with them, but I guess I’m not feeling it tonight.”

Shifting on the stool so that their knees were touching, Zane leaned in close to say, “I’m glad you’re here. It gave me an excuse to come talk to you.” Cassie rewarded him with a dazzling grin.

For the next hour the zing of attraction was clearly visible to everyone else in the room as Cassie and Zane finished their drinks and ordered another. Pleasantly surprised to find that there was a brain and a biting sense of humor behind the looks, Cassie thought that her impression may have just been correct for once.  Her spirits were high as she politely excused herself to powder her nose.

She was humming as she washed her hands, touched up her lip gloss and pulled open the door of the ladies room to return to the dreamy Zane.  Cassie had only taken one step out before she found herself shoved roughly against the wall of the shadowed bathroom hallway, and Zane’s mouth took hers aggressively. She protested, bringing her hands up to his chest and shoving, but they didn’t move the solid wall of testosterone. The assault continued as she struggled to free herself, getting more pissed off by the second.

Realizing her best option was appeasement, Cassie relaxed long enough to feign acceptance of the torment.  She sighed out a moan and Zane’s body eased back just enough for him to say against her lips, “I knew you wanted this too. You look too fucking good not to.”. His hands began to make their way under the rear of her dress. “Now, what do we have under here?”

Those hands didn’t reach their intended location before Cassie smiled sweetly and firmly planted knee to groin. Zane crumpled before he could process what had happened. She glared down at his curled body and spit at him, “THAT’S what we have under here. Looks are deceiving aren’t they, Zane?” She spun so fast in her heels that her sundress twirled in her wake.

As she left her friends and drove away into the night, Cassie was simply fed up.  Not only with tonight and the fuck-o currently cradling his aching balls, but with the string of idiocy she’d encountered recently. She huffed out a disgusted snort and thought that all too often, a man was just a man – all heat, no substance. And so far, they had all underestimated her.

Yet she stubbornly refused to let go of the belief that one of these days, she’d meet someone who didn’t. Someone who could see past the pretty wrapping and respect the whole package. Because she’d be damned if she’d settle for less.

5 responses »

  1. I like! Is this part of a larger work? I was drawn right in, and really bummed when Zane proved to really be a jerk! Glad she dispensed with him 🙂

  2. You are brilliant for posting older posts during NaBloPoMo. I might have to totally steal that idea – I’m running out of steam!

    • I agree with Stacie! Was thinking the whole time reading this and enjoying it (again), “That clever, clever Peach…”

  3. You know I applaud the occasional foray into fiction! And I also applaud the knee to the groin, of course!


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