Page 10 of Baby Daddy

“Yeah, kind of,” he replied, eyeing her cleavage. Subconsciously, she adjusted one of her spaghetti straps. When it slipped down her shoulder again, Brock nimbly slid it back up.

“Thanks,” she breathed out, batting her eyes at him. Oh yeah, she was on fire, and I was positive that whatever little lace panties she had on were melting. Things were looking good for Brock. The bartender returned with the pitcher of margaritas along with two salt-laced glasses, one for Brock and the other for me. As Brock filled Lulu’s glass and then his, the chair to his right became vacant and I took it, taking my glass with me.

“So, Lulu, tell me a little bit about yourself,” Brock lilted, setting the pitcher down in front of me. While most men wanted to talk about themselves, Brock was smart enough to know that women loved it when men took an interest in what they did. His favorite pick-up line was coming.

“Are you a supermodel or something?”

Flushing, Lulu giggled. “Hardly. I’m a Zumba instructor.”

“Well, you sure have a great body.”

That you can’t wait to fuck.

“I bet you have a lot of great moves.”

I could feel the heat rising between them. Sparks were flying.

She guzzled her margarita before saying, “Yes, you could say that.”

“I have a few too.”

That was for sure. His gaze traveled down her taut body. He was mentally undressing her. Eye fucking her. I just knew what was going on in his head. This beautiful babe butt naked, bent over with her sweet ass in the air. And him behind her, banging her hard. His own kind of Zumba. Or was that my fantasy? A familiar voice cut my ruminations short.

“Excuse me. You’re sitting in my chair.”

Holy shit! Could it be? I wondered as Brock stood up and I froze.

“Sorry,” my buddy apologized, spinning around.

Lulu jumped in. “This is my sister…”

I heard her name on her lips before she said it.

“Deandra. But I call her Dee-Dee.”

“Nice to meet you. I’m Brock and this is my friend, Drake.”

“Drake?” Her voice cracked with a mixture of shock and disbelief.

My heart raced as I cringed. My head bowed down. But beneath the bar, my cock bounced up.

Hesitantly, I looked up and faced her. She looked as sexy as sin, dressed in tight jeans that showed off her curves and a sheer short-sleeve blouse that fell off her shoulders. Her thick, wavy hair was loose and grazed her shoulders like a whimsical cape. The silence between us vibrated as loudly as the dance music that was blasting.

“Come on, beautiful, let’s dance,” said Brock, taking Lulu by the hand.

With a saucy smile, Lulu told her sister she could have her seat.

Hopping onto the stool, Dee immediately grabbed the margarita pitcher and filled her glass to the brim. I would have done it for her, but she didn’t give me a chance. I watched as she drained it, and as she took giant gulps, I contemplated what to say.

“What are you doing here?” I asked.

After another gulp, she set her glass down. “The same thing you are.”

Looking for a hook-up?I refilled her glass and then poured myself an equal helping of the margarita. We were going to need it.

“And what would that be?” I asked after taking a chug of the intoxicatingly sweet, icy drink.

“You know, chilling. Checking out the scene.”