Lynn was not just a pretty face,
she had been around the block a time or two
and it would take more than just a warm smile or flowery words to ensnare her.
She had, more than once, found herself between a rock and a hard place
because she had allowed herself to be seduced
by a steamy gaze,
a wolfish smile,
or some carefully crafted lies.
She was not broken
but she was cautious.
Lynn was alone, but not lonely
and quite happy with that.
She was a grown woman
she didn’t need a man to define her or complete her
or even particularly want one.
Well not to hang around for any length of time…
Enter, this guy.
She didn’t even bother to get his name;
so Not her type.
But there was something about those eyes…
In fact, she could feel her steely demeanor melting from the fever in those eyes.
Her resolve to leave alone going up in smoke as she watched him watching her.
He never even spoke,
but when he saw her shifting in her chair suddenly uncomfortable and antsy,
he laughed
and that sound was more intoxicating than the liquor she had come here for.
~Melanie Thomason
2/07/2020
Oh, excellent story! Great picture/eyes.
Thanks ๐