“I get why you don’t want to see me,” Georgia said before taking a sip of her beer.

My stomach back flipped. “It’s not that I don’t want to see you.” I placed my hands flat on the table, rubbing the surface. “I just don’t think I’m right for you, G.”

“You aren’t,” she said around the rim of the glass. “I know that.” Her eyes twinkled, the dark brown sparkling like stars in the darkest sky.

“Thanks.”

She stared at me and played with the rim of her glass. “You think of me as a kid, don’t you?”

I had to be truthful. “I do. I’m sorry.” I leaned back in the chair, stretching my legs out underneath the table.

“When you had your hands in my pants, did I feel like a little girl?” she asked with a playful smile.

I coughed, almost choking on my own saliva. “Didn’t help that you’re smooth as a baby’s ass down there, babe.”

She rolled her eyes. “I heard it makes everything more sensitive.”

The choking came back, this time more violent. “Fuck,” I said with a strangled voice, adjusting my ever-growing cock in my pants, and tried to clear my throat.

“It did, you know.”

“Did what?” I asked, trying not to think about her pussy that had tasted better than anything I’d ever had in my mouth.

“Being bare.” She glanced down. “Made everything feel so much better.”

She was the unicorn everyone searched for but never found. Perfection. Where on earth, besides in front of me, could I find an educated, beautiful, and dirty virgin? This was how my luck seemed to roll.

“I know you’re not a child, but it’s hard for me.”

“It was hard for me too.” She winked before a totally naughty grin tugged at her lips.

I closed my eyes and took a slow, deep breath through my nose. I will not get wood. I will not get wood. Fuck! She did that to me. My brain may have been screaming to keep away from her—she was too young, too inexperienced—but my dick thought otherwise.

The fucker in my pants wanted to explore her depths. Plunge deep inside and see what it felt like to be the first to claim a woman. Not the girls I’d been with in high school, but someone who saved herself for someone worthy of being the first.

“Just admit that you like me.”

I opened my eyes slowly and saw her grin. “I want you,” I said in a low voice, keeping my tone firm.

She flushed, sucking in a breath through parted lips that I wanted to kiss. “I want you too.” Her tongue darted out, sweeping across her bottom lip, and all I could do was stare.

I clenched my hands into fists, resisting the temptation to jump over the table and kiss her. “Don’t do that.”

“What?”

“You’re trying to tempt me into doing something I don’t feel is right.”

“Fuck right, Frisco. Seriously? Are you worried what others will think if you date me? I never took you for a pussy.”

I leaned forward. “I’m not a pussy, G. I don’t give a fuck what other people think about me. But—” I inched my hands closer to hers. “I’m not the man for you.”

She pulled her hands back into her lap and glared at me. “Shouldn’t I be the one to make that judgment?”

“You’re a good girl and deserve a good guy.”

“Fuck that. I had what I thought was a good guy. He turned out to be an asshole. I don’t think if you were an asshole, you’d announce it.”

“Maybe I’m just truthful.”

“Maybe you’re scared.”

My body jerked backward. “Scared?”

“Yep,” she said in a clipped tone before crossing her arms in front of her chest with a smug look. “You’re scared to admit that you may not just want me, but you honestly like me. You’re afraid of what might happen.”

“I am not,” I lied.

“You are. If you’re not a pansy, then take me on a date.”

“You’re daring me to take you out to prove my manhood?” I held in my laughter at the insanity.

She nodded with a smug, all-knowing grin. “I’m daring you to prove me wrong. Show me you aren’t a pussy, and prove to me all the ways you’re bad for me.”

“Babe—”

“Pussy,” she coughed, brushing her hands across her lips.

“Goddamn,” I whispered and pushed aside my apprehension. “Fine. I’ll show you exactly why you don’t want to be mine.”

“Who said anything about being yours? I’m just talking about a little fun. Worried you can’t keep up with me?” Her eyes sparkled as she stared at me, serious and not backing down.

“Fine.”

“Fine.”

This girl couldn’t be for real.