“Because a lady never propositions a man.”
Gulping down one last sip of my beer, I set my drink down. “Is that so?”
She nods. “Your clock is ticking.”
“Well, then, Olivia. Would you like to go home with me?”
“Where do you live?”
“What?” Her about-face throws me for a loop.
“Where do you live? I need to tell my friends where I’ll be.”
“Safety first. I appreciate that.” Grabbing a cocktail napkin, I flag the bartender down to pay my bill and pull out my phone for my address—something I need to memorize. “Here you go.”
She takes it from me, finishing her drink. “Be right back.”
Olivia rushes by in a whiff of roses and gin. Fuck. She smells delicious. I want that smell all over my bed. All over me. Fuck. It has my cock stirring in my pants as I watch the woman who has captured my attention rush back to her friends.
They glance over at me as I give them a little wave.
This was not how I intended to spend my second night in London. I planned on going to bed at a reasonable hour so I could sleep off the jet lag before heading to the rink to get to know my new team. Now? Jet lag is nowhere in sight.
That plan is now out the window as Olivia strides over to me, purse secured to her shoulder.
I stand, holding my hand out to her. “Do I have your permission to take you home now?”
“Yes.”
Thank fuck.
She takes my hand and I lead her out of the pub.
“It’s a short walk this way.”
“Lead the way, Tag.”
Chapter Three
TAG
“You want anything to drink?” I ask, shutting the door behind me.
“No, thank you.” Olivia spins, shedding her blazer and purse. “I’m good.”
“No second thoughts?” I ask.
Now that we’re away from the bar, from the haze of alcohol, I want to make sure she still wants this as much as I do.
Because fuck, this woman is sexy as hell, and I can’t wait to peel her out of this buttoned-up outfit she’s wearing.
“No.” She shakes her head.
“Good. Do?—”
I can’t even finish my question before she throws herself into my arms and attacks my mouth with hers.
Cupping her cheek, I slow her motions and take control.
