Her Night

Angela's night gets off to a rough start when she's stood up by a blind date. But when she takes refuge in the crowd at a local bar, she soon finds things are looking up when she meets a sexy younger man, Brayden. He doesn't seem to care that she's older than him and it isn't long before they're sneaking off together, turning her disappointment into one of the hottest nights of her life...

Excerpt:
I kept my seat at the bar, sipping my third or fourth drink—I wasn’t sure which—and watched as the room around me quickly filled up. As I’d suspected, the crowd was very young. Likely almost entirely made up college students.

Which actually made it easier for me to blend into the background, actually. Though I was sitting at one of the first seats at the bar, almost directly across from the stairway that led up from the first floor, most everyone seemed to look right through me.

Suited me just fine.

I’d forgotten how much fun I could have just people-watching. Without the pressure of having to make awkward conversation with someone I had just met.

Then a particularly rowdy group of young men came crashing into the room. I couldn't tell if they were already drunk or not, but most sported the super-short haircuts of the military. They were pushing and shoving each other around, laughing if any of their buddies stumbled.

One of them nearly fell into my lap. “Oh!”

Even in the relative darkness of the bar, I could tell he was blushing. “Sorry.” He snapped a look back at his friends, who immediately seemed to quiet down.

He didn’t look like he was any older than they were. In fact, all of them looked barely old enough to even be here drinking. But I couldn’t tell if they were simply as embarrassed as he was by what they had done, or if he had some kind of rank over them or something, yet at the moment, he definitely seemed to be a leader of the pack in some way.

“No harm done.” I picked up my drink, which I had fortunately not had in hand when he’d fallen against me. “It’s all right.”

He was still half-leaning into my lap, his hand resting on my thigh.

His touch was very warm and despite the fact that he was very young—too young for me—I could feel my body reacting. He not only had quite a strikingly handsome face, he was tall and well-built and I began to tremble. Wanting to press my legs together to hold in the sudden quaking that I was feeling in my pussy.

My nipples were hard and the tight tips were chafing against the fabric of my bra. I’d always thought the lace was smooth enough, but at the moment, it felt more like sandpaper against my overly sensitive skin.

I knew he couldn’t see that particular reaction of mine, as his gaze lingered on my breasts. My dress and underwear both shielded me in that way.

He finally straightened. It all seemed innocent enough, except for the way his fingers brushed along my thigh in a lingering caress. My breath hitched and I could feel the heat rushing into my face.

There was no way he couldn’t notice the way I was reacting to him.

He looked me up and down. Smiled. “At least let me buy you a drink, to make up for what I did.”

His tone was almost… flirtatious. I wondered if the dim lighting had somehow made it impossible for him to know how much older I was. I had no illusions of looking younger than my age under normal circumstances.

But I couldn’t deny that I was enjoying the attention. For as long as it lasted.

Besides, he was so gorgeous, I couldn’t help smiling and flirting in return. “I guess I could do that.”