reached for his drink again while trying to rein in his horny body. Hell, if he stood up right now he would have to figure out a way to walk with three legs.
Beverly glanced at her watch.
Lucius did the same. He was really going to be late to the private cocktail party. But if he played his cards right, maybe the night would end on a higher note than trying to see how many of his old college buddies still had a head full of hair.
“Can I get you anything else?” the bartender popped up to ask.
Beverly warred with whether she should stick around and enjoy Mr. Lucius’s company or get her butt over to Cork for the Hollington private cocktail party. It wasn’t any easy decision. It felt good to have a man look at her the way he did. It made her feel beautiful, desired, and downright horny. When was the last time that happened? In her mind, she was already experimenting with different acrobatic positions and she could feel herself overheating.
Whoooaaa, Beverly. Slow it down.
“Are you blushing?” he asked.
“Huh? What? No!” She blinked and shook her head clear of those naughty thoughts. “I’ll just have some water,” she said.
“Yes, ma’am. Coming right up.”
Lucius’s evenly groomed brows rose in mild curiosity.
“A woman must know her limitations,” Beverly said, meeting his gaze. “I don’t want to do anything I might regret in the morning.”
He clearly caught her meaning and licked his lips. “I don’t know about regret, but maybe you should do something you’ll enjoy.”
Their eyes locked and the temperature in the bar skyrocketed. Where was that damn water?
“Here you go,” the bartender said, helping Beverly break the spell she’d fallen under.
“Thank you.” She tossed down half its contents in one long gulp.
“Damn. Thirsty?” Lucius asked.
“Just a little.” She chuckled.
They glanced at their watches again.
“Am I keeping you from something?”
She hesitated and then gave him an apologetic smile. “I am supposed to be somewhere.”
“Oh?”
“It’s a cocktail party over at Cork. I—”
Lucius snapped his fingers. “That’s where I know you from.”
Beverly frowned.
“Class of ’99. Hollington College. You’re that Beverly Turner.” He balled his hand in front of his mouth and laughed. “You were homecoming queen.”
Stunned, Beverly blinked at him. “You graduated at Hollington?”
“Sure did. Four of the best years of my life. Now it’s coming back to me.” He laughed. “You used to hang with Kyra Dixon, right?”
“Yeah.” She continued to struggle to place his face.
“I used to be on the football team with Terrence Franklin. Offensive lineman.”
Beverly experienced a flicker of a memory—tall boy, tight ass, hazel eyes. “I think I do remember you,” she said, smiling. “What a coincidence.”
“I’d say.” His smoldering gaze roamed over every inch of her. “Boy, you’re just as beautiful today as you were back then.”
Beverly’s blush deepened. “I love it when a man lies to me.”
“We never officially met back then,” Lucius confessed. “But I remember peeping you out on more than one occasion.” He set down his drink. “Tell you what. Since I’m heading to Cork myself, what do you say I give you a lift?”
It wasn’t exactly smart to jump in a car with a man she hardly knew.
He leaned forward and gave her a wink. “I promise, I’m harmless—despite my being a lawyer.” He stood from his stool, tossed a few bills onto the bar and then offered her his arm. “C’mon. Live a little.”
Beverly could almost hear Clarence cussing her out if she turned down this fine brotha. It would be nice to actually walk into Cork on a handsome man’s arm. Plus, who knows how the rest of the night might end up?
Girrrrl, you are going to get laid for sure.
She certainly hoped so. “All right. Let’s go.”
Chapter 4
Beverly felt wicked as she allowed Lucius to escort her to his car. It had been years since she’d allowed a man to pick her up in a bar. In fact, she would have to think back to all those wild college spring breaks when she’d been so daring. She kept waiting for her conscience to kick in, for reason to stop her from jumping into this man’s car; however, that little voice never came. Instead, desire and lust seized her body, making her willing to see just how this whole night would play out.
“After you,” Lucius said, opening the passenger door.
Her gaze locked onto his and caused another spark of electricity to flow between them. “Thank you.” Slowly, she dipped into the seat.
Lucius closed the door and rushed around to the driver’s side. “I can’t believe that I’m actually escorting the homecoming queen,” he chuckled, gliding into his own seat.
“Oh, please. Don’t go on about that.” She rolled her eyes. “That was a very long time ago.”
He strapped on his seat belt. “But you’re riding in the parade Sunday, right?”
“Unfortunately.” Beverly sighed and wondered once again how Kyra had talked her into wearing that godforsaken crown and waving to the crowd. In her opinion, there was nothing worse than an aging beauty queen trying to recapture her youth. Back in the day, she thought nothing of pursuing all those titles—heck, there was good scholarship money attached to those pageants. Now that she was older, she just found the whole thing…silly.
She chuckled. Those were those same words her father used to use. He never once liked the idea of her trotting before a phalanx of judges, normally in a skimpy bathing suit, to be judged. It was sort of funny that it had taken her so long to finally agree with him.
Lucius started the car and Lauryn Hill’s “Ex-Factor” poured out of the speakers.
“Oh, I love this song,” Beverly gasped. “I used to blast it all time back in the day.” She rocked in her seat and cooed the lyrics to the song.
Lucius laughed and bobbed his head. “Not bad,” he praised. “Baby girl got skills.”
“I can hold a note or two.” Beverly turned down the volume. “Good enough for car concerts only.”
“You’re selling yourself too short.” He hit her with another deep-dimpled grin that had her feeling as if she was sitting next to a childhood crush. There was no explanation for why she reacted the way she did to him. She had known plenty of good-looking men in her life. A lot of them were confident achievers, too, but Lucius…he had this whole other vibe going. It was this whole sexy-cool thing that had her hanging on his every word—even when he said something cheesy.
A few minutes later, they arrived at Cork—a posh wine bar in downtown Atlanta. The place was so packed that they had to drive around a couple of times before he discovered one parking place in the back of the building. On the outside, the place looked small and quaint, but once inside it was a large open space with dark wood floors. Wine barrels lined one wall while another entire wall was a large mahogany bar behind which were rows and rows of wine bottles.
Tall tables and stools were located off to the sides, leaving the center open for mingling. Soft piano music filtered from hidden speakers