“And what exactly do you mean by that?” She planted her hands on her hips, a smile softening her tough stance and no nonsense tone.Ĭody shrugged, meeting her teasing grin with one of his own. Her customer’s soft, suggestive words sending chills up her spine. “Actually, Miss,” he leaned back in his slick leather chair, folding his hands behind his head, “I was wondering just what I could do for you.” “So what can I do for you tonight here at the Full Moon Inn? Get you a burger and fries? Maybe some of our prime brew?”Ĭody shook his head, pinning her with a penetrating stare. “I’m looking sweaty tonight.” Mya corrected, nudging him across the table. “Evenin’ Mya.” His deep, sexy voice made her pulse race. Mya attempted a casual smile as she approached Cody’s table. Suddenly, she found herself face to face with the man who tempted and teased her, often without saying a word. Ours is not to question why, she giggled in spite of herself. So why did this man look at her as though she was the hottest woman on earth? And why was he now crooking his finger at her, beckoning her to him? Yet, the hips that fall directly below those breasts are pretty plump too, she snorted, and working the night shift has left some wrinkles on my mug, no use denying it. So did her curly dark hair, and full plump breasts. True, her own smoky ebony eyes and full ruby red lips seemed hot enough. Sneaking a quick look at a wall mirror, Mya winced a bit at the reflection that, in her mind at least, did not come close to matching the perfection of the man she desired. He looks to be a good five or six years younger than me, and with his looks he could have his pick of any woman in the place. I’m sorry, but this is just short of ridiculous, the thought entered her lust stricken mind. She shot a sly grin in his direction, trembling as he returned it with a sexy smile and a slant-eyed leer that made her pulse race. He had wide dark eyes, a carved sculpted face,m and a long mane of silky black hair that flowed down his sturdy back. He donned a fitted plain white T-shirt, along with tight blue jeans. Tall and muscular, his massive, rock hard frame really filled out his clothes. On top of that, he was one of the kindest and most courteous customers who’d ever passed the threshold of her rough and ready watering hole. Or, more specifically, someone.Ī newcomer to the Full Moon Inn, Cody Fuller was a gorgeous hunk of a man. Just then, Mya spotted something that she wanted. Again she rolled her eyes, taking note of the long line that formed just before the bar. Maybe they like the nostalgic ’50s jukebox and the friendly service. Deep in thought, she smiled slightly at the sight of the woodland portraits that hung just above the bar. Maybe they like my original artwork, that occupies the walls. Ignoring his grunts of protest, she stepped into the rustic tavern that had made the Full Moon a favorite among locals. “Shut it up!” She called back, balancing her salsa tray with one hand while using her free one to gift her beloved with a spirited one finger salute. “Hurry it up!” Brian called from behind her, his tone harsh and unyielding. I went to four years of culinary school for this? The 29-year-old wearily made her way to the plain wooden door that lead to the bar beyond. We haven’t made love in a month.” Mya heaved a deep sigh as she retrieved a cracked wooden tray from the corner of the Full Moon kitchen, a small and modest space where burgers were grilled and salsa was whipped on a nightly basis. “You know you haven’t said a kind word to me all day. Right now though, she regretted both positions in equal measure. Mya had been Brian’s employee for eight years and his girlfriend for six. Mya Kline shot a hard stare in the direction of Brian Randolph, the owner of the Full Moon Inn. “Is it now? Well then, I’ll just have to bring some home for your late night snack this evening, won’t I?” “Could you go any slower tonight Doll? The salsa that table five has been waiting for since time began is just about to fossilize.” His heart, he reasoned, was already there so his body might as well follow. The place where he hoped she awaited him. It spirited him forth from his modest cabin in the woods, to the place where he knew she would be. She needed him tonight, that much he knew.Īlthough the shine of tonight’s moon would bring forth the dreaded change, an eternal transformation whose pull and force he could not resist, the magnetic pull that he felt toward this woman was far stronger. Something, though, told him to go to her. He knew he shouldn’t venture out on the night of a full golden moon.
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