“Yes, I’ll leave with you for a few hours.”
My father would hate this choice. A corporate man.
A corporaterichman.
That made him perfect to have a romp with before I left this place. My anger would have a nice outlet…and release. Plus, I might as well see if these corporate men were any good in bed—since I was headed to New City, anyway. That was all they had there. It was time to give them a good ol’ test drive.
CHAPTERTHREE
Godric turned, slid from his chair, and buttoned his suit jacket in one fluid move. “Let’s go.”
A little bossy, but I didn’t mind.
I was on a time crunch.
“Gina, put my drinks on my tab,” I hollered.
She nodded and waggled her eyebrows, fully knowing what I was doing.
I turned and slid off my seat, not nearly as gracefully as he had.
When I landed, my right foot slammed on top of his left one. He didn’t complain. He merely pulled his shiny shoe out from underneath my sneaker and grabbed ahold of my shoulders, steadying me. His hands fell to his sides as I stared at his massive chest. I was almost eye level with it. He was much larger than I had thought.
He grunted. “Are you sure you’re twenty-four?”
“Yes.” I straightened my shoulders. I knew I wasn’t tall.
“Were you hit with the short stick as a child?” Humor laced his tone.
I snorted. “Did you eat magic beans as a child? You’re like an ogre.”
His chest vibrated in front of my gaze, the white shirt stretched lovingly over his muscles. His laughter was a pure delight. He raised his right hand and tapped one finger on the edge of my hat. “Take it off. I’d like to see you now.” It was a soft order.
My fingers twitched as I peered back to the other occupants of the bar. They weren’t looking this way, and we were in the back. But my father had always told me to keep my hair up around men. He said I was too pretty for my own good. Whatever that meant.
“Are you hideous under there?” he teased playfully, sensing my hesitation.
I ground my teeth together and yanked my ball cap off. My long red waves fell over my shoulders to the middle of my back in a rush of freedom. I shook my head a little, so they weren’t as crushed, and then I peered up into the face of the bossy corporate man.
The crushed skyscrapers outside the base must have swayed, a strong wind rattling their infested dwellings, because the world danced a beautiful melody under my feet and my knees weakened. The axis that I judged all men upon tilted and crashed. I couldn’t move. I could barely breathe.
He. Was. Magnificent.
His skin was the color of cocoa mixed with rare marshmallows, perfectly tan from a distinctive heritage. His eyes tilted just at the ends, like an Egyptian god. His nose was strong like his jawline was proud. The lips that created such beautiful tones from regular words were lush and red. And his hair… it was tawny with golden highlights, the loose curls down to his giant shoulders. He appeared near my age, a little older. Probably thirty.
But his eyes held my attention.
I stared. And he stared right back, not looking away.
Gold eyes with flecks of amber held my brown gaze.
His penetrating gaze was extraordinary against his complexion. This man was flawless.
Time passed—flew, really.
Maybe a second. Maybe a minute. Maybe ten.
Neither of us spoke.
