“You willing to give me a shot?” Dario asked, sounding hopeful.
Vanessa gave Dario a once over, taking in his thick black hair, fathomless eyes, full lips and square jaw. Dropping her gaze, she examined his broad shoulders and firm chest, washboard abs, powerful thighs and tight ass. He waited patiently for her decision.
“Yeah. I’m willing to give you a shot.”
“Don’t think you’re getting lucky after this party.”
“Hadn’t entered my mind,” he lied.
“Sure, it hadn’t.” She nudged him, laughing.
© 2018 Dellani Oakes