Embarrassed as hell at scratching the ball, I made my way over to sexy-as-sin.
His buddy nudged him under the table as I approached, and just as I got there, he turned his head to look at me.
His eyes lit up when he saw that it was me.
Then he grinned and pointed at my shirt. “Too bad I’m not a cowboy. You ever swing the other way?”
“Oh, uh, that’s funny,” I told him in nervous response. “My ball just rolled under your feet.”
His grin didn’t slip.
“That’s a shame. I was hoping you were coming over to flirt with me. I’m Dawson.”
I kneeled down to pick up the cue ball, coming face to face with his thick thighs and big boots as I did.
The man wasdelicious.
Which made him dangerous.
Holding up the cue ball, I stammered out, “I got it out now. Thanks. Sorry for interrupting!”
A strong hand looped around my wrist, cupping it gently.
Dawson rumbled, “Wait. What’s your name, sweetheart?”
From any other man, I would have felt affronted. It was presumptuous to grab me like that.
But whenthisman did it, it felt more like he was just trying to get my attention. He dropped his hand quickly and waited for me to answer.
“Uh, I’m Amy. Nice to meet you both. I should get back to my friends.”
Dawson gave me a smoldering look of regret, but didn’t try to keep me there. “You go on back to your game of pool then, Amy-who-lights-up-the-night. I’ll just stay here and watch you play.”
His voice was a husky drawl that drew me in.
But men like that, they were all the same. Men like that were just like myex.
Andthisone would probably shatter my pussy, ruining it for any other man who ever came along afterwards.
Plus, I knew that a one-night stand with a hot hunk of a man like this would leave me feeling lonelier than now after he ghosted my texts the next day.
So I shut him down with a small nod of my head and told him, “Take care, Dawson.” Then went back to my friends.
Chapter 4
Dawson
Wade was laughing in his beer at me.
“Dude. That one’s not into you.”
I sighed. “But maybe she is and doesn’t know it yet. She has the rest of the night to change her mind.”
And for what? I was acting like a randy young man right now. Sure, I’d like to ride that woman until she screamed my name. But I was too old for all that. I didn’t know anything about her. I’d just been thunderstruck by the sight of her ass.
That’s not whatrealrelationships were made of.
I mean, her sexy asswasa factor, but sexual attraction wasn’t everything.
