Take Me Out by Dawn Robinson
***-Take Me Out- *** Charlotte Windsor is a good girl, for the most part.
Growing up with protective older brothers, the Boston Socialite has yet to
spread her wings. When she meets tattooed bad boy, Bentley Young,
she has no idea he is actually a reluctant real estate mogul. Growing up on
the wrong side of the tracks, Bently has chosen to live a simple life-
surrounded by as many beautiful women as possible. He has no intention
of settling down. But one chance baseball game will change both of their
lives forever. Charlotte and Bentley fall hard for one another and the
sparks fly. But a storm is headed their way - ex lovers, arson and
heartbreak. The game of love is not always a sure thing, sometimes it
goes into extra innings....
*Excerpt**
As the innings progressed and the Sox started raking in the runs, the
As the innings progressed and the Sox started raking in the runs, the
crowd became livelier. Mr. Tattoo would turn around and flirt a little,
making small talk. Sometimes he'd add his panty-wetting grin as an
embellishment. He had no idea how effective it really was. I wanted him.
By the time the seventh inning stretch came, to say we were drunk was
an understatement. In keeping with Fenway tradition, the music started
and we all chimed in on cue, "SWEEEEEEEEET CAROLINNNNNEEEEE
BOM BOM BOM!” At that moment, Bentley jumped over the seats,
grabbed my hands and pulled me to dance. 'Can this really be
happening?'
I thought. While still managing to enjoy the music and dance like idiots,
Inoticed that each of my friends was looking on with a measure of
concern. But this moment and inside the moment, Bentley and I were
perfect together. “GOOD TIMES NEVER FELT SO GOOD! SOO
GOOD! SOO GOOD! SOO GOOD!” After the short-lived dance, the
tough-looking, mysterious man dropped to his knee serenading me for all
to see. Though my face lit up red out of embarrassment, I had never been
serenaded before and enjoyed every minute of it. The ballpark
photographers all clamored over to take a picture of the scene Bentley
had created on the third baseline, clicking away in hopes of selling some
souvenirs. When the song ended, he took my hand and placed a small
kiss on it, dropped it and headed towards the exit, as though he had
planned his early musical exit all along. His touch completely clouded my
senses. The rush he caused in me was strongly euphoric, to the extent of
which I had never experienced in my entire life. I wanted to touch him
back but I was too frozen in shock to go after him.  The onlookers which
packed the rows around us had mixed responses to the display. Some
stood with their mouths hanging open, while others whispered with their
respective neighbors and some cracked jokes about my new boyfriend.
The fact was they knew I never get serious about anyone. I had dated
around through college, but had never taken a serious boyfriend. I wasn't
planning on doing so until I was done with college in a year. I had too
much riding on my last year of college, including a full-time, real world job.
I was never going to see him again and a flood of disappointment washed
over me. But it didn't matter, he was gone. That realization flooded me
with both disappointment and longing. This beautiful man, who had just
sent such a raw desire through me, was gone. Even more than before, I
felt I didn't just want his touch, but that I needed it. I was helpless against
the power of my timidity and the strength of the rules which I'd given
myself. “I think I am going to head out for one last beer before the game
ends.” I headed in the general direction of my new fetish. Jake threw in
his two cents. “Uh huh, like you need another beer. Good luck finding him.
He’s long gone!” I let out a laugh and hurried away. Making my way down
the tunnel my head spun back and forth in search of Bentley. After a few
minutes, I gave up. On the way back from my disappointing search, I
stopped for a beer. As I reached the section entry, I heard a voice behind
me, “You were just going to let me walk away like that?” My heart
soared. I turned around to find my new obsession standing so close to me
that I could smell him. The mixture of cologne and beer was heavenly. He
took me in his arms, right there in the tunnel for anyone to see, putting his
arm around my waist tightly, the other on my face softly. As he brushed
his knuckles down my cheek, he leaned in and brushed his lips against
mine. His lips were warm and inviting. He tasted delicious, of mint mixed
with beer. I melted in his arms. The way he made me feel in that moment
was so foreign. He might as well have stripped me naked and taken me
against the wall with the sensations that were going through my body.
The kiss was unlike anything I had felt before. After his romantic gesture
he let me go and backed away repeating his question. “Ugh... What the
hell? I don't know where your mouth has been!” I stuttered out. I couldn't
speak worth a shit. What the hell was wrong with me? His spell was
potent, so much so that I couldn't speak. I stuttered out something
incoherent. Even I have no idea what I said. He let out a little chuckle at
my bitchy demeanor. I was just stuck and confused. Why in hell was I
letting this guy touch me and kiss me? The only explanation was that I
officially lost my damn mind. I had tried for years to control my damn
behavior and now I was ruining all my hard work by losing control in
public? "I'll take your response as a good thing," he said, grinning. As he
walked away from me I was finally able to breathe again. When he put his
arms around me, he'd made me feel naked. I watched him head for the
entrance to our seating section, my clothing feeling suddenly constrictive.
“I don't need a guy in my life right now anyway!” I mumbled as I walked
back to my seat. As I rounded the corner there was Shay and Jake
chatting it up with Bentley. They’re conspiring with the enemy! When they
noticed me they pretended like they weren't doing anything wrong. There
was no way I was letting Shay get away with it. As much as I didn't want
to admit to myself that Bentley had made an impression on me, he was
the only thing on my mind. The game ended and Shay and I stumbled
back to our apartment only a couple of blocks away. When I hit my bed I
knew I had overdone it with the alcohol for the night and I was out in
seconds.
******Bio*******
Dawn Robertson is a twenty-something indie erotic romance, and mother.
Dawn Robertson is a twenty-something indie erotic romance, and mother.
She lives in sunny senior citizen packed Florida, where she wrangles her
kids, and Pitbull puppy.Dawn can normally be found swearing like a sailor, making late night drive-
thru appearances, arguing with her kids (or being run over by their power
wheels), reading a steamy romance while hiding in her bathroom, writing
her little heart out on her laptop (or dragging her Macbook to the Genius
bar praying they can save her latest work in progress), or sipping on a
smoothie. She loves to hear from her fans, readers, and authors alike.
Feel free to drop her a message.
Dawn rarely takes life seriously, so be sure to expect heavy sarcasm
from her. She is also the life of the party, so be sure to meet up with her
at one of the many author events she will be attending in the next couple
months. Buy her a shot of whiskey, and she will love you for life.
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