Just One Night - Dalia Craig
Excerpt
Ensconced at the end of the cocktail bar on her favorite barstool, Eve Pritchard speared a marinated olive from the dish the bartender had brought to accompany her martini and swept the crowded lounge with a practiced eye.
Maybe it was time to move on. Although she loved this hotel, she was rapidly running out of fresh talent since she had a rule never to f**k the same person twice. She'd almost given up her search when a young femme sitting alone at the table by the window caught her attention.
Perfect!
In the hundredth of a second that their eyes met across the room, Eve fell in lust.
The young woman immediately broke eye contact, a faint flush coloring her cheeks, but not before a rush of moist heat flooded Eve's pussy. The blonde looked completely out of place alongside the sophisticated city types.
Wearing a simple black dress, minimal makeup, and little jewelry, she ought to have faded into the background, but she didn't. She stood out from the crowd, a beacon of light drawing Eve like a moth to a flame, and she knew without a shadow of doubt that she had to f**k this beauty before the night was out.