“I misread the room,” he said, his hand clenching his chest. “Here I thought you were a damsel in need of saving. Turns out you’re the fucking knight.”
The waitress handed him a rag to wipe his face with as some of my drink had managed to splatter in his direction, and he gave her a nod. “Thank you, Wendy.”
“No problem, Gav,” she replied. “Another?”
“I think so,” he said slowly, continuing to watch me with an intrigued stare.
However, my attention moved to Adam and Chad, who were still cleaning up, cursing us, and glowering at the onlookers who continued to laugh and snicker behind their backs.
“Isn’t it always the thing with men?” I mused as I looked at my sexy stranger, head lifting triumphantly. “Showing off that testosterone and manly urge to claim and fight.”
That damn dimple appeared on the right side of his angled grin as he reached into the bowl of candy hearts and proceeded to lay a few out on our table.
YOU’RE MINE
BE MINE
R U MINE
I’M YOURS
U R MINE
“Are you saying I should trash these, then, so they don’t make our way into our game later?” he asked.
I could practically feel my eyes dilating at the mention of a game and naughty candy hearts. “I’ve never played that game.”
“Don’t worry. I’ll teach you the rules,” he said.
“Never really been a fan of those. I like to make my own.”
He scoffed, his gaze traveling over me as he sucked his lip behind his teeth, oblivious he was in danger of falling for my charms and willingly debating his next move.
“Gavin,” he introduced himself.
There was a name I could absolutely hear myself screaming later.
“Gavin…” I said his name slowly, letting it sit on my tongue for a moment, tasting it, imagining how it might sound as I moaned it while he tasted me, touched me…
I loved it.
“I’m Chloe,” I said. “This is my friend, Lana.”
CHAPTER FIVE - GAVIN
CHLOE.
I couldn’t fucking wait to say that name later. Taste that name. Tasteher. And after that scene, her throwing her drink in that guy’s face?
Fuck me.
I was a heartbeat away from throwing her against the wall between the bathrooms and seeing just how wet her pussy was from the adrenaline. The way she was staring at me then, that devious, seducing glint in her eyes… it had my heartbeat picking up.
“You’re not a serial killer, are you, Gavin?” her friend, Lana, interjected into the conversation. She leaned her elbows on the table, her slight cleavage pushing up between her arms. “—Actually, if you are, I hope she’s the one who makes you change your ways. Helps you see the light.” Lana winked at me, and I couldn’t help my huff of amusement.
“And that’s goodbye, Lana,” Chloe said with a full, mocking smile. “Don’t you have someone else to talk to?” she added with a nod to the man who had just sat his drink down on the table behind her. Lana grinned around the straw in her mouth, biting the plastic between her teeth, and she shifted her attention to her new friend.
Chloe shook her head as she turned back to me. “You’re not a serial killer, are you?” she asked as the waitress sat our drinks down.
