“I know, right!But what kind of weird clothes are they wearing?”
Hannah sounds intrigued, but I resist.I hate all men right now.Every damn one.
“God, their hair is gorgeous.”She flips her long, silky, black hair off her shoulder with a sigh.“Do you think it’s real, Em?It’s so long and golden.Maybe they’re Vikings or something.”
Vikings?In a cowboy bar on the outskirts of Lake Tahoe?Likely some douchebag wannabe models, slash snowboarders, more concerned with getting hits on their socials than investing time in a relationship.I inspect our local ski instructors who are huddled at the opposite end of the bar, sipping on beer.Yep.Probably just like those two assholes.
Guess I’m staring because Hannah peaks around me to see what’s holding my interest.
“What could possibly be more interesting over there?”Hannah peers down the bar.Her nose wrinkles.
“It’s just Skip and Chad looking for their latest conquests.Those jerks will literally screw anything with tits.”I shrug.Those guys think they’re god’s gift to the female population.
“Phew!For a moment there I thought you were going to try and move on with one of those Fuck Boys.”
“Please.Those two are the last men on earth I would ever want to hook up with.I’m surprised their ‘thangs’ haven’t fallen off from some venereal disease.”
Hannah chokes on her drink.
“Who cares about those slimeballs?”Emily whispers.“Focus, ladies.I could be down with the long hair on those other guys.It’s gorgeous.Who cares what they’re wearing?Do you see the size of those dicks?”Emily leans across me, her lovely cheek blocking my view as she talks to Hannah.I turn my head so I’m looking at Hannah, too.
“Those have to be socks.”Hannah’s grin turns downright diabolical, her gaze darting away from us for a moment, then back.Her eyes are twinkling.“Then again, if I had a cock that big, I’d be wearing pants that tight, too.”
Don’t look.Don’t look.You are not interested.Men are bad.B.A.D.Bad.
Emily twists to look back over her shoulder.“Socks?More like cucumbers.”
Cucumbers?That’s ridiculous.Damn it.Now I must look.
I knock back another shot, wincing at the burn, and decide to inspect the men myself.By sheer dumb luck, my gaze lands on the anatomy under discussion.“Wow.”
Emily is right.Those don’t look like socks.
I lift my gaze to see their faces.
I forget to breathe.The man in the middle is stunning.Drop dead gorgeous.And he’s got a pair of startling blue eyes laser focused onme.
Holy shit.
Every part of my being sizzles under his intense blue gaze.I fan my face at the sudden heat wave scorching my insides.That man in the middle revs my engines.
But… is he all right in the head?I’ve never had a man look at me like he is right now, but what’s with their crazy spacesuits?All three are dressed in identical costumes that look like advanced, bulletproof armor.The black suits hug their bodies in segments that not only allow them to move freely but highlight their physical fitness in enticing ways.Metallic accent lines and strange symbols embedded in the Kevlar—or whatever that stuff is—outline their muscular builds and broad shoulders.
The futuristic looking armor suits cover them from neck to toe.Even the boots look like they’re built into the suits.
Did they just come from a big sci-fi or comic book convention?They look amazing, but out of place in a Wild West themed cowboy bar.
I glance from my dress to Hannah’s and Emily’s chiffon dresses, and realize we look just as out of place.
My odd choice of bar attire doesn’t seem to faze Mr.Hottie at all.He’s staring like I’m the most beautiful, enticing woman he’s ever seen.No one has ever looked at me like he’s desperate to throw me down and ravish me like a true caveman.Damn, it’s tempting.He’stempting.
I force myself to look away and finally draw in a deep breath.
Holy shit!What was that?A laser beam of lust?God, I’ve never reacted to a guy that way before.Ever.I’m literally squirming on the bar stool, ready to rip off this dress.
I can still feel his eyes on me, his gaze like a heated caress down my spine.
Dammit, focus.I’m here to drink with my besties and forget about my ex, not fantasize about sex with a hot stranger.
