I’d imagined I would get a couple flirts in, she’d let me down politely, saying something like she wasn’t into girls. She stepped closer, her green eyes looking to the fruit I held, then back to me and her smile widened into a grin. “You know I don’t date people from work,” she said and I nodded. I felt myself blushing again as her hands took mine and she led me away from the sliding glass doors and into the darkest, most secluded area of the balcony. I had seen plenty of hot women, but they didn’t charge me up like Liz. Pleasure crackled like a string of firecrackers exploding along my legs and arms until it reached center and I came against her finger.