Total pages in book: 95
Estimated words: 94076 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 470(@200wpm)___ 376(@250wpm)___ 314(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 94076 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 470(@200wpm)___ 376(@250wpm)___ 314(@300wpm)
She looks up. “A girl like me?”
I can see fire in those blue eyes.
“You and I both know the only way a guy like Cheezy gets a girl like you is if he’s got money, inheritance, or power. And he ain’t got any of them.”
“That seriously sounds like you’re calling me a gold digger.”
Fuck. Not what I intended.
I’ve come over here to flirt with her, not insult her.
But I’m a bit rusty.
Since Carina and Beth’s parents asked the Knights to find their daughters, it was all I could think about during my waking hours. Determined to bring the girls home to their families, I hyper-focused on the task. Foregoing everything else. Sleeping. Eating. Partying. Pussy.
Now it seems I’ve lost my game.
Fuck.
“You forgot the fourth reason girls like me date guys like him,” she says, handing me back the cloth.
Yep, by the way she’s shooting laser beams out of her eyes at me, I’ve insulted her.
“Which is?” I ask.
The mysterious girl leans in and whispers, “A big cock.”
I almost choke on my fucking breath.
Hearing cock fall from those luscious lips sends all kinds of crazy straight to my balls.
Who the hell is this firecracker?
She grins, mischief twinkling in her beautiful eyes.
“I’m kidding,” she says, diffusing the tension with a sweet chuckle. “He’s not my date. We used to go to school together and when I ran into him in town the other day we got talking and he invited me along tonight. But just as friends.”
I glance over at him. He’s sitting at a table across the room with Gambit and Scotty, the prospect, but he’s scowling at us. Which tells me he didn’t get the just as friends memo.
“So not a date?” I reiterate.
“I think you already figured that out since you’ve been watching me all night.”
Not a lot of people surprise me.
But this woman keeps surprising the hell out of me.
“How would you know I was watching you if you weren’t watching me back?” I ask her.
“Touché.” She laughs and folds her arms. “Does this usually work?”
“What?”
“You ride in like a knight in shining armor, lay the lines on thick, and what? I’m supposed to fall to my knees and blow you?”
Sweet Jesus. That smart mouth.
Those plump lips.
Where the hell has she come from?
“I mean, if that tickles your fancy.” I give her a wink.
“It will take more than a flex of muscle and a panty-dropping smile to get me on my knees.”
“You think my smile is panty-dropping, huh?”
“Of course that’s what you take away from my comment.”
Because I like the way she’s scowling at me, I give her one of those panty-dropping smiles and say, “You’re flirting.”
But she doesn’t flinch. Just lifts an eyebrow. “Is that what this is?”
“This can be whatever you want it to be, honey.”
It takes a beat, then she bursts out laughing. “Oh, you’re too much,” she says. “Just for that cheese, you owe me a drink.”
I grin because I haven’t met this much of a challenge in a long while. “Lead the way, sweetheart.”
At the bar I order two shots of tequila, and Luna lines them up in front of us.
“Salt, lime?” she asks.
The woman with the mesmerizing eyes nods.
I haven’t done tequila shots with salt and lime since Gambit’s stag night. Normally I drink it straight. But if this beauty wants to lick salt and wrap those luscious lips around a lime wedge in front of me, then who am I to complain?
Luna slides the salt along the bar and places two lime wedges on a napkin, then leaves us to serve Belle further down the bar.
My drinking companion picks up the saltshaker and simultaneously reaches for my hand.
Mouth open, I watch as she sprinkles salt on the patch of skin where my thumb meets my forefinger, then bends her head and looks up at me as she slides her tongue over the salt.
And boom.
There is a mass exodus internally as all my thoughts, common sense, and awareness leave me.
Not to mention all the blood rushing south.
I’m amazed I can still stand.
Not that she notices. She picks up the shot and drinks down the tequila, then sucks on the lime wedge.
A burst of citrus floats between us.
“Your turn,” she says, licking the lime juice from her lips.
She sprinkles salt on her hand and offers it to me, so I make eye contact with her as I take her hand and slide my tongue along her skin.
Heat flares in her eyes, and her smile wavers. But it quickly returns when I take the shot glass and tip the tequila down my throat. The lime I could do without. But I do it anyway. To please her.
Our eyes meet again.
“I saw that in a movie once and always wanted to do it,” she says.
“Another?”
“Oh no, I’ll do things I regret if I have another.”
“Which I highly encourage.”