She gaped openly. Her mouth watered. Overwhelming, longing hit her. The urge to pounce filled her addled brain. She needed to get out of here, now. But she ignored the warning bells.
She reached out a trembling hand... Just one touch. No one would know. She drew it back hastily. She shouldn't. No, couldn't.
Tearing her eyes away, trouble would come if she didn't focus on something else. Her eyes drifted around the room, taking in the sparse furnishings, paneled walls, and... "Crap." He was there with... She took a deep breath, hastily averting her eyes. "Stay strong," she mumbled under her breath over and over, as she moved away.
Putting distance between them would do the trick. She filled her lungs with cleansing air, letting it out until her thundering heartbeat slowed. Where was Penny? She usually showed up early at these events and kept her out of trouble.
She squeezed further into the corner she'd settled in. She froze, as two guys joined her, hemming her in. Panic seized her. They'd blocked her view of... But, boy oh boy, what a fine view it was. Broad shoulders tapered to narrow waists, firm round buttocks, her hands itched to squeeze, and long, muscular legs.
Her mind raced. Would they strike up a conversation? Would they ask her out? What would she say? She inched her hand towards her face, discreetly blowing into her palm. At least she hadn't forgotten mouth wash.
Why had she cornered herself? How could she get out of here now without causing a scene? If only Penny were here. She peeked around a muscular arm. She moaned at the sight. If only the floor would open up and swallow her.
Suddenly he turned. She was face to face with...
What? Petits fours are a weakness of mine. Oh, you thought I was talking about...
Heh, heh, heh. Sorry.