She scoffed and leaned into the seat. “Please, I’m utterly devastated.”
Despite her rejection, his claim of being uninterested—which was bullshit because she was fucking gorgeous—the asshole hadn’t gone. Knocking back the last swig of my drink, I slammed the glass on the counter, got to my feet, and decided to intervene. I wasn’t one to involve myself in matters that were not my concern, but I didn’t like how this man tried to intimidate her.
“Pretty sure the lady told you to fuck off.”
He whirled around, intent on continuing his rant until he had to crane his neck to meet my scowl. The resolve on his face crumbled, and he stepped back, arms up in a defensive stance, like the cowardly bastard I knew he was.
Slinking past me, he made his way back to his friend.
The woman fixated her gaze on me, golden brown eyes pulsing like hot embers beneath the lamp above her booth. As much as I wanted to join her and indulge my eyes with her exotic beauty, I knew when a woman wanted to be left alone. I nodded my goodbye and turned back in the direction of the bar.
“You didn’t have to do that, you know.” I stopped walking but didn’t turn around. “We were just getting to the good part.”
Curiosity piqued, I twisted to face her. “Good part?”
She bit the corner of her lip and nodded. It was the single sexiest fucking thing I’d seen in a while. Again, my cock twitched.
“He was being a jerk.”
“He was,” she agreed, her grin pulling wider. “But I know how to handle myself.”
Was she serious?
“You’re welcome?”
“I don’t remember saying thank you.”
I knew it was too good to be true. Women like her, beautiful and alluring, were single and alone in a place like this for one reason and one reason only—they were fucking crazy.
I offered another nod as I began to head back to my seat, suddenly feeling like I needed another drink—or five.
“You’re not staying?” she asked, her tone low and smoky. Again, I found myself halting, the pull to her voice strangely overwhelming. “You stepped in to help. It’s rude of me not to show my gratitude.”
Batshit fucking crazy.
“I think you made it clear you didn’t need or want my help. Now you’re asking me to join you?”
“The answer is a simple one. Yes or no.”
There was a voice in the back of my mind, screaming just to keep walking and finish my damn drink, but my dick had other plans. It had been a while since I’d been with a woman. One month, to be exact. And yes, I was fucking counting.
Pulling a chair, I sat directly across from her, my eyes straying to the tempting swells of her tits.
She cleared her throat, and my eyes snapped up to meet hers. “I’m Silas,” I said, flashing her a grin. “Do you drink?”
“Cosmo.”
I flagged the server, my eyes never straying from hers.
“I didn’t catch your name.”
“I didn’t give it. And I’d prefer we keep things… casual. No strings. Just a friendly conversation and some drinks. You convince me you’re not a serial killer, Silas, and we can go back to your room—or mine—and maybe I’ll let you bend me over and fuck me until my pussy is absolutely wrecked.”
Holy. Fuck.
I couldn’t suppress the grin curving the edges of my mouth. I loosened my collar, the room suddenly feeling ten degrees hotter.
To hell with conversation. I’d have her at this very moment.
