Beg Me

When Tania came into his garage late Friday, Drake was in a foul mood.
Bad enough that he was dying of sexual frustration, but work was going to hell in a handbasket, too.

The payroll had gotten screwed up, a delivery had gotten screwed up, one of his customers had been the biggest asshole and it had taken everything he could not to tell the guy to shove it—if he was going to abuse his car like that, then he was going to have to expect some hefty price tags when it came to maintenance.

What Drake wanted most was a beer, a dark room and silence.

At least that was what he’d thought.

Until Tania walked in.

They’d had two dates that week. A movie on Tuesday. Dinner on Wednesday. And Monday. He couldn’t forget Monday if he tried.
Nice, friendly easy dates that ended with nothing more than polite, almost chaste kisses.

They hadn’t had anything planned for today, though. Right now, Drake was trying to figure out why. Just looking at her made everything better.

Her heels rang on the tile floor as she stopped in the doorway. “I saw Lou leaving on my way in. He said he was locking up. Everybody else gone?”

“Yeah.” He leaned back, smiled at her, although he knew it was probably tired and strained. “I was going to call you later, see if you want to go out tomorrow.”

She licked her lips.

His heart skipped a beat as she reached up and trailed a fingertip down her neck, pausing at the deep vee of the coat she wore.

It stopped just above her knees.

Fire-engine red leather, he noticed.

Just about the same shade as her heels.

Just about the same shade as her lipstick.

She’d twisted her hair up into a complicated twist that left her neck bare, and pretty gold spirals hung from her ears.

“You look awful nice tonight,” he said, his voice strained. “Maybe I could shower. Take you out tonight. Since you dressed up.”

“I didn’t dress up to go out, Superman,” she murmured.

Superman—

His brain went all hazed and hot.

Then she straightened away from the door and reached for the belt of her jacket.

All the blood in his head drained away as he realized she was naked under that thing—naked save for a pair of red lace panties and those oh so sexy fuck-me shoes.