“It was… Wet.” She bit her lip, searching for the words. Her cheeks grew even redder, her whole body looked red from Siren’s lighting, but her cheeks especially were on fire. It made me wonder what exactly had gone down in that alley.
“Ooooh.” I waggled my eyebrows.
“Because of the rain,” she scowled.
“Oh.”
There was an awkward silence, then eventually Mel spoke again. “Fuck him. Fuck him and his stupid huge cock.”
My brows shot up with curiosity. “Huge, huh?”
The conversation continued around Gabriel and his equipment. Realizing Istilldidn’t have a drink in my hand, I tried to waive a server over with a little too much enthusiasm.
“Oh my God, Jess.” Mel pleaded. “Stop harassing the servers. You’re so embarrassing.”
“I need to unwind somehow, girl. Not all of us have a hot guardian angel to sweep us off our feet and fuck us with their nine-inch cock.
Her face turned sheet white. “What did you just say?”
I blinked at her, confused by the apparent epiphany glimmering in her eyes. If this scene was a cartoon, a light bulb would be blinking over her head.
“Not all of us have a guy to fuck us with a nine-inch cock?”
“No, not that. You called him my guardian angel.”
“Yeah…because he saved you from those thugs. It’s an expression.”
Was she suggesting what I thought she was suggesting? God, I needed a drink and pronto.
Mel must have been thinking the same thing because her attention wandered to the man tending the bar. The moment I saw him, my mouth went dry, and all the moisture in my body slipped down between my thighs.
Hot.Damn.
I’d heard plenty of rumors revolving around the infamous playboy billionaire who was snapping up downtown property like hotcakes. I’d built an image in my head, an older man with hard eyes and thin lips. I’d imagined him as the kind of villain you saw in movies with gray hair and long knobby fingers, always petting their cat while they plotted world domination in their evil conference room.
The only details I had gotten right was the suit, although he was wearing Armani, and I had imagined some kind of Lewis Carol Ebenezer Scrooge getup. Basically, my mental picture of him was all wrong and hallelujah for that because the reality was much nicer to look at.
Lucifer Morningstar was surely the reason behind the saying “handsome as the devil.” Talk about sex on a stick, sinful as all get-out, drop-deadgorgeous.
Seriously.
Looks like his should be outlawed because he’s so painfully gorgeous, it almost hurt to look at him.
His hardened body, his dark, suave features, and Holy Mother, thatjawline. It looked like it was painstakingly carved from marble with a defined edge so sharp a girl could cut herself on that thing. His hair was as dark as the devil’s soul, swept back from his face with little curls at the end curving up beneath his ears, framing the masterpiece that was his heart-breaking physiognomy. His Romanesque nose was ever so slightly crooked, giving his otherwise sleek look an edge that made my core heat with female appreciation.
It was at that moment his gaze lifted from the bar and locked with mine.
My heart leapt to my throat as I found myself starring into the most hypnotic eyes of liquid gold. His gaze had a weight to it that made me squirm and heat that brought a flame to my skin. His perfect, plush lips donned an infernal smirk that made his eyes sparkle. It was a smirk he wore so well, like it was part of his uniform. And the way the tip of his tongue flicked out to run over his bottom lip when he registered I was blushing…
Holy Mother of God.Why was he so freaking hot? I’d never seen anyone so handsome. Which wasn’t fair because everything I knew about him meant that this guy was a raging asshole. Assholes had no right being that beautiful.
It was almost as if he could read my mind, because his shoulders shook with a chuckle even though no one was near him.
“What the hell, Mel.That’sLucifer Morningstar? Why didn’t you tell me he’s that hot?
I realized Mel wasn’t gawking at the club owner the same way I was. She was looking at him with a blazing kind of indignance like her epiphany somehow involved him, and by the way she was glaring daggers at him, it wasn’t good.
She rose to her feet, as if in a trance, and made her way toward the bar.
