On her way home Jane pulled in at the same gas station where she’d stopped earlier in the week. The same kind looking old man was behind the counter and waved to her before turning on the pump. Her heart fluttered just thinking about Luis and she dropped her keys again as she walked past the pump.
By the time she bent to pick them up Luis’s long fingered hand covered hers.
“Allow me, mon cher,” he said softly.
“Thank you,” she said breathlessly.
He looked even better than she remembered. His long dark hair was pulled back tightly and he was wearing another pair of black leather pants. This time his shirt was the same deep blue of his eyes and his long coat also looked like leather. His perfect skin seemed to glow underneath the dim lights.
Jane could barely take her eyes off of him long enough to go inside and pay. When she walked back past him his sensuous lips curved into a smile. As lovely as his smile was, it unnerved her, so she quickened her paced and tried to ignore the way her stomach muscles twitched when he was close to her.
Jane paused longer than she should have before saying, “I don’t even know you.”
“Yes, you do,” he sighed. Then seeing the lack of recognition and fear in her eyes he added playfully, “We met a few nights ago. I’m Luis, remember? The man who’s not going to mug you, but would love to take you dancing.”
She laughed, and it did Luis’s heart good. It had been a long time since he’d heard that sound. He smiled his appreciation, and his smile warmed her in spite of the cold night wind. Jane had never asked a man to go home with her, let alone a complete stranger. But she came damn close to doing just that.
“Were you just hanging around here, hoping I’d show up?” she teased.
“No,” he laughed. “I ran out of gas just up the road, and I was returning Nelson’s can.”
As he said this he pointed to a small gas can he’d left beside the door. The old man inside, who must have been Nelson, waved his thanks and took the can back inside.
“But don’t think I wouldn’t have if I’d known I would see you tonight.”
“Alright, Luis I’ll go dancing with you, but on one condition.”
“What is that, ma chéri?”
“Tell me your last name.”
“Luis Phillippe,” he said as he bowed to kiss the hand he still held. “At your service. But you have yet to tell me your name.” He smiled seductively.
She watched with rapt fascination as his sultry lips got closer and closer to the back of her hand. They were cool to the touch, but sent fire through her veins. Jane had removed her gloves after work, but Luis didn’t seem to notice the scrapes across her knuckles.
“Jane Masters,” she panted.
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