Total pages in book: 115
Estimated words: 107376 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 537(@200wpm)___ 430(@250wpm)___ 358(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 107376 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 537(@200wpm)___ 430(@250wpm)___ 358(@300wpm)
I usually don’t bother to get dressed after my shift. I just go home wet and take a hot shower, but tonight is different. I want him to look at me like I’m the tastiest little snack. I need him frothing at the mouth, desperate to get through dinner and a drink just so he can sink his teeth into me, and in order to do that, I can’t look like a drowned rat.
It’s a shame though. Drowned rat is my specialty.
Digging through the array of clothes I keep in my office, I find a cute black corset top and wrap it around my body before clasping the tiny hooks and grinning at the way my full tits sit inside the top. Then I switch out my wet work pants for a black leather mini skirt and my thigh-high boots.
Taking a quick glance in the mirror on the back of my office door, I ruffle up my hair just a bit, taking it from business to casual in the blink of an eye, letting my soft blond waves flow free before adding just a hint of cherry lip gloss.
I smile at myself, my heart already racing with anticipation, and after taking a quick glance at the time and the surveillance feed of my bar and making sure everything is as it should be, I grab my jacket and haul ass out of here.
The cocky bastard better hope that he’s ready for a woman like me, because if he’s not, I’ll have no problem chewing him up and spitting him back out. I’ll have him on his knees before he can even blink, and if he can’t handle it, then he better not be out here trying to waste my time.
Weaving my way through the chaos and back out to the bar, I check in with my staff one more time. When I look down at my phone, a grin rips across my lips.
Two a.m. on the dot.
Just as I turn to head for the door, I see him across the bar, looking just as delicious as he had when his tongue was rolling up my inner thigh, lapping up every drop of water on my skin.
Fuck. Just the thought of that moment has everything clenching within me.
Hunter stands by the main entrance, his hands buried in his pockets as he leans against one of the large support pillars, and while I should be asking how the hell he managed to bribe his way back inside while there’s a line out the door, all I can focus on is the way those deadly eyes track my every move.
He’s like a predator who’s already decided I’m worth the chase.
A shiver sails across my skin, and I can’t help but stare back as I cut through the throng of customers. He might be a predator tonight, but I’m more than willing to bite back.
He has an air about him, something that warns me that he’s dangerous, that he’s not the guy you give your heart to, and that’s more than okay with me. I don’t intend to give that much of myself, not tonight, at least.
Making my way through the crowd, I finally reach the door, and can’t help but notice how he hasn’t moved an inch. His stance is still exactly the same. It’s almost inhuman. Most people don’t hold themselves like that. They shift on their feet or glance around. They get distracted by conversations around them or check their phones. They’re never this still. Never this focused on just one thing. But I won’t lie, I don’t hate it.
Settling myself in front of him, I lift my chin to hold that dark, tantalizing stare, and just when it almost becomes too intense for me to bear, Hunter’s gaze drops down over my outfit, appreciation thick in his wild stare as he slowly skims over my subtle curves and the way my tits are pushed up inside the corset top. “You do all this just for me?”
Fuck, that deep, rumbly voice is killing me.
My heart races, my thighs discreetly clenching as I grin and shake my head, realizing this is his way of telling me that I look absolutely delicious.
I move an inch closer, my voice dropping so that only he could possibly hear me. “Considering these clothes are guaranteed to be on the ground in a rumpled heap by the end of the night, no. I didn’t do this for you. This was all for me. But if I were a betting woman, my guess would be that you don’t give a shit what I’m wearing as long as you get to be the one to tear it off me.”
His eyes seem to sparkle with the same raw anticipation that I feel, and he holds my stare for just a moment, a million silent messages passing between us before he finally gestures toward the door. “Come on, Savage. I’ve been waiting for this all night.”