By
Becca Jameson

“Is this seat taken?” Her breath caught and her heart skipped a beat when he turned to face her. This night was looking up. Almost before she settled on the bar stool, he took the reins, promising her a night she would not forget.

A normally straight-laced lawyer, Grace has given herself permission to let loose. She deserves to unwind and relax. She really works too hard, all the time. She decides on a neighborhood bar she’s never been to and is delightfully surprised at the environment.

There’s only one seat available, in the corner next to a gorgeous man.
After introductions, things start to heat up.

This is a favorite scene.

She took another sip of her martini, the stress of the day loosening. It didn’t hurt that she managed to snag not only a seat at the bar but it was next to a friendly man who wasn’t going to annoy her for the evening. She liked him. In fact, she liked him enough to flirt. It had been a while since she flirted. She shrugged. “I’m not sure it’s necessary to be on your best behavior.” She winked at him.

His smile broadened. “Okay, then.” He loosened his tie and unbuttoned the top button of his crisp white shirt. His tie was a swirl of colors. It gave the impression he had a sense of humor and wasn’t the stuffy sort. That and the wry smile that never left his face.

Yeah, she definitely felt flirty tonight. Why not? It was the weekend. Maybe if she continued to talk to Jack and he didn’t turn out to be a moron, she could spice up her evening. Deciding to put herself out there, she crossed one leg over the other and turned slightly to more fully face him.

“Have you been here before?” Jack asked.

She shook her head. “Nope. First time.” Another fortifying sip of her drink helped her relax further. “What are you drinking?” she asked, pointing at his beer.

He tipped it to the side a bit as he lifted it. “Local draft. I’m a microbrew kind of guy.”

“Excellent choice.”

“You drink beer?”

“Sometimes. Tonight I was in the mood for something stronger.”

“Rough day in court?” “

No more than usual. Just long. Occasionally, I have a client who makes me wish I’d never taken the case.”

“Ah, I can imagine. You must meet some interesting people.”

“Definitely.” She took another sip of her martini. “I’m sure you do too. Some people can be outrageous in a restaurant.”

He nodded. “Today I had to rescue one of my waitresses from an irate customer who insisted she used to have dinner at my place all the time and wanted to know why we stopped serving dinner.”

Grace laughed. “Have you ever been open for dinner?”

“Not one single day in eight years.” He chuckled. “Even though I told her I was Jack, the owner, and explained that she was mistaken, she did not back down. She finally left in a huff saying I was lying to her so my employee wouldn’t look stupid.”

“Lordy. I think that’s worse than what I put up with today.”

Jack turned fully sideways, his knee bumping hers as he set his elbow on the bar. “I’m sure you can’t go into specifics. Attorney-client privilege and all.”

“Right. Let’s just say if you’re going to cheat on your husband with multiple other men, maybe don’t take selfies.”

Jack laughed, a deep sound reaching into her and making her wish she had a hand on his chest while he made it. It would vibrate through her body and probably bring her close to orgasm.

She couldn’t remember the last time she’d been excited enough to bring her sexy bits to life. It had been too long, that was for sure. She should get out more often. Life always got in the way.

She glanced away for a second, trying to find a brain cell or two. Since when do you pick up men in bars and blatantly flirt with them, let alone get aroused from their laughter?

“Is it warm in here?” she murmured as she removed her jacket and hung it over the back of the chair. When she returned her gaze to Jack, she found him staring at her chest.

She flushed under his blatant admiration. “Nice blouse.”

She glanced down and back up. Yeah, it was a bit too revealing. And it didn’t help she’d chosen one of her sexiest lingerie sets that morning. The delicate lace and tiny roses lining the edge of her bra were not concealed in the least.

“If you took your jacket off in court today, I assume you won your case,” he teased lightly.

She flushed further, thinking perhaps she should put the jacket back on. Maybe her blouse was a bit more revealing than socially acceptable. As she reached for the blazer, he grabbed her hand. “Don’t. I didn’t mean to imply it was too much. I was complimenting you.”

She met his gaze, assessing him. “For the record, I never take my jacket off in court. Not even if it’s two hundred degrees.”

He smiled warmly. “See? Then you’re fine. We aren’t in court now.” He leaned closer, his voice dipping. “You’re fucking hot. Don’t be embarrassed. There are twenty-one-year-old girls in here wearing far more revealing clothes than you.”

She glanced around, licking her lips. He was right.
Becca Jameson. Grace: Corked and Tapped, Book Two (Kindle Locations 70-106). Becca Jameson Publishing.

I loved the conversation as it gets hotter and hotter. The hemming and hawing that leads to decisions that Grace might not normally make.

While I expected some of the outcome, I definitely got surprised. Plenty of build-up and extremely sensuous with sizzling heat.

I can’t wait to see what Becca has planned for the next book!

5 Contented Purrs for Becca!

Becca Jameson

Becca Jameson currently lives in Atlanta, Georgia, with her husband, two kids, and the various pets that wander through.

After editing for about five years she recently started writing. She is loving the journey, dabbling in various genres.

When not writing or editing she can usually be found taxiing kids to and from their activities, scrapbooking, and reading!

Late at night she can usually be found sequestered in her office creating fantasy with a glass of red wine and a bar of dark chocolate.