“Oh, I can be nice…if you let me.” She leans in, showing her cleavage as if to test me again. I look away, and she sighs. “You seen Miss Victoria’s Secret yet?”
I frown. “Who?”
Brittany nods down the bar. I lean back, glance past two old guys, and my heart nearly stops. That’s when I seeher.
Heavenly, stunning, gorgeous—none of these words even begin to describe her. She’s flawless, and I can’t wrap my mind around what in the hell she’s doing here.
“Is that…a wedding dress?” I say to no one in particular. I don’t know shit about wedding dresses, but I can tell the one she’s got on is expensive. Probably cost more than my truck outside.
“You noticed!” Brittany laughs. She’s mocking me. Insinuating that all I know about is dirt and gravel. She’s not far off.
Instantly, I hop off my stool and stride over to her.
Oscar, a regular at Grey’s and a real sleazeball, is coming onto her. My gut clenches along with my fist, but I push back the urge to lay him out.
“Look, all I’m saying is…give it a try. It might not be as unpleasant as you think—”
“Beat it, Oscar.” The anger in my voice is clear, drawing glances from a few others. I don’t know who this girl is, but she’s an angel, and Oscar has no right to even speak to her.
He looks at me through glassy eyes, then grabs his drink and walks over toward the pool tables.
I take his seat and stare at the hottest piece of ass I’ve ever seen. My vision literally blurs. The room spins, and I start to feel woozy.
My cock is rock hard in an instant, pulsing with desire. Every other person in the bar melts into the background as I lose myself in her innocent green eyes.
The dress shows off her shoulders, slim and delicate. Her collarbone is ornate and fragile. And the neckline is just low enough to hint at a perfect pair of young plump tits beneath.
I want her. Ineedher.
I should just snatch her up in my arms, drag her out, throw her in the back of my truck, take her home, and make her my own personal sex doll.
“You don’t belong here” are the first words out of my mouth. Her pupils dilate. Her lips part.
Slow down. Don’t scare her off.
“I’m—I’m sorry?”
“Gorgeous girl like you wearing a wedding dress that costs more than a car? What are you doing, running away from an arranged marriage or something?”
I’m joking of course, but the way she looks back at me in shock almost has me believing I might have just struck a nerve.
“How…how did you know?”
I catch a man to her left checking her out and give him a glare. He immediately turns away.
Yeah, that’s right, buddy.
“You’ve got a sense of humor,” I say to her. “I like that in a girl.”
“Oh, I’m not joking,” she replies, leaning in. Her perfume drifts into my nostrils, causing my cock to ache with need.
Christ, it’s like I’m falling under her spell. Like she’s some kind of sorceress or something.
“You’re not?”
“I literally was just married off by my father,” she says, her voice low. “A business transaction. Can you believe that?”
I can’t tell if she’s joking or not.
