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Her bare legs look smooth as glass, exposed by her cute pink shorts that hit at her mid-thigh. Her white top has several straps going every which way and stops an inch above the waistband of her shorts, leaving just a hint of skin showing that makes my mouth water.
Everything about her teases me. The slight curl of her plump lips, the way her big doe eyes stare at me when I say anything that shocks or embarrasses her. The contrast of how she can go from a sexy siren who seems to know exactly what she’s doing in one second to an innocent woman who is flustered and naive is so alluring to me. She’s a puzzle—intriguing and challenging.
Her eyes shift from the man in front of her to directly over his shoulder, at me. I smile, shoving my hands in my pockets to avoid waving like a desperate idiot who’s been standing around hoping she notices me.
I watch as she excuses herself, walking between the group of guys and heading straight toward me. Their eyes never even notice that it’s me she’s approaching; they’re all too focused on watching her walk away… and I don’t blame them.
“Hey,” she says coyly, the straw of her drink perched on the edge of her lips.
“I hope I didn’t interrupt.” I nod toward the men but she just shrugs.
“Nah, I was merely entertaining them.”
“With tales of great financial exploits?”
“Not exactly.” She giggles as we begin to walk down the pier. “I was kind of trolling them, but they had no idea.”
I hook an eyebrow at her in question.
“So guys my age, or finance guys my age I should say, loooove to impress us women with all of their advice about how we can dominate the markets and build independent wealth overnight.”
“Ah, yes, I remember those days.”
“They all just assume I’m an admin with no financial background so I just play dumb.”
“You playing dumb?” I struggle to imagine that.
“It’s pretty funny. This one particular time I pretended like I had never heard of crypto currency. You should have seen them when I said, what’s a bitcoin?” She cocks her head and puts on a valley girl accent that has me rolling. “Needless to say, their heads practically exploded as they tripped over each other trying to be the first to explain it to me.”
She smiles again, that wide, bright smile that reaches up to her eyes, then she takes a sip of her drink.
“You’re something else, you know that?”
“Just wait till I tell them I’m rooting for a bear market because they’re cute and cuddly and bulls aren’t.” She does the accent again before bursting into laughter herself.
These are the moments when I think she knows exactly what she’s doing.
“So, besides breaking hearts and playing dumb, are you having fun out here?”
“I am. I ate a pretzel and walked through the shops. I actually haven’t been here since I was a kid, at least ten years or more.”
I can’t help it, I shake my head. “Ten years ago you were a kid.”
“I was fourteen and you were”—she hesitates—“thirty-five.” We both know what we’re thinking as she says it.
“That’s uncomfortable,” I half mutter under my breath but she hears it loud and clear.
“Why uncomfortable, Mr. Archer?” She gives me that same look she was giving those young men just a few moments ago, her tongue darting out to pull her straw into her mouth as she levels her eyes on mine.
I’m tempted. Very tempted, in fact, to say something that would make her blush but I ignore her question.
“Anyway, what’s your favorite ride?”
“When I was a kid, it would be the swings but now probably the Ferris wheel. I haven’t been on it since they redid it.”
“Neither have I.”
She looks at me sideways. “Do you normally not come to this? The work party I mean?”
