My stomach dropped as the fantasy was over. How long was it going to last anyway? I told the guy straight up I wasn’t looking. And this was a nightclub packed with women who wanted to be picked up. Nobody waited for no one.
I followed the signs to the second floor, which was some sort of a balcony overlooking the entire club. I walked down a narrow hallway and into a bathroom so bright that a pulse of pain spiked from my eyes to the back of my head.
Luckily, it wasn’t crowded as I really needed to pee. On my way out, I fixed my hair and touched up my lipstick. The music downstairs felt like it was coming up from underwater.
I walked out of the door and right into a wall.
CHAPTER 3
BELLE
“Hello, Red.”
My heart thrashed. We’d been close when he was standing at the booth, but not this close. Not my face to his throat, his smell of man and bourbon surrounding me. “Hi, Alec.”
“You’re a tiny, wild thing.”
Tiny? That was a word that couldn’t be used to describe me. I had big…everything. But…I liked it, coming from him. “I’m not wild.”
“The way you dance begs to differ. I was watching.”
“You’re such a creep.”
“Perhaps. But something tells me you liked being watched. By a creep like me.”
My breaths caught. My legs wobbled, like they weren’t sure if they should run or collapse at his feet so he would pick me up in those huge arms. I chewed on my bottom lip, suppressing a smile.
He tucked my hair behind my ear, and a chill ran through me. “I still don’t know your name.”
“Red.” I couldn’t believe my voice right now. It was low and seductive and teasing. Who the fuck was I around this guy?
His eyes darkened even more. “I’m serious. I want to know everything about you.”
“No, you don’t. You just want todevourme.”
His stare trained on me, turning my nipples into little rocks. “That, too.”
He’s creepy but sexy as fuck. And if his dick is as big as it looked in those pants, I say you give it a shot.“Fine. My name is Belle.”
“Belle?”
“Well, Isabella Ferro. But I had a French parent…” I fought the urge to say Professor. I gave him enough information for one night.
“Originally Italiana?”
I grinned. “Si, si.”
“My favorite.”
“To devour?”
He smirked. “Did you imagine I was getting hard watching you dance…Belle?”
“Wow.” I gave up. I couldn’t keep up with his directness. Had men like this always existed? “Were you …?”
He reached down, took my hand, and pressed it firmly to his erection, already arching into my palm.
A shiver took over me, and wetness gathered between my legs. He was really…long and thick and hard. I couldn’t believe I was wondering about it an hour ago, and now it was in my hand.
