Wednesday, August 6, 2014

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....


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 


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 



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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