by Lynn Montagano
Publication date: May 23rd 2023
Genres: Adult, Contemporary,
“Victoria,” a sultry,
baritone voice revealed my name.
I stilled. Its tone washed
over me, quickening my pulse. Taking a deep breath, I glanced to my left.
Getting caught up in Xavier’s heated blue stare was not something I thought
would happen tonight, or ever again for that matter.
Dressed in gray pants and
a white button down shirt, he stood with his arms crossed. The sleeves were
rolled up to expose his defined forearms. And more tattoos, just like he’d
hinted at. He was motionless except for the subtle way his ring-clad thumb
stroked his lower lip.
He didn’t wear a tie and
the shirt remained unbuttoned at the top, but my assumption that he’d look hot
in a suit, or some variation of it, was correct. I finished the rest of my
bourbon in one swallow and put the empty glass down.
“Nice to see you again,”
Xavier said with a sly grin.
“Alright, wait a bleeding
second,” Cade interjected. “How do you—” His eyes widened. “This is the one from
the pub, isn’t it? The one that got you all hot and bothered.”
Bennet draped his arm over
Cade’s shoulders. “How about you and me go downstairs for a drink.” Without
waiting for a reply, Bennet guided him to the stairs, where they disappeared
down into the crowd.
“You seemed pretty
involved in your conversation with those two.” He lifted an eyebrow. “Did I
miss anything good?”
“Not as good as what just
walked into the room.” The words tumbled out before I could stop them. Hitting
on him wasn’t an option.
Or maybe it was.
Yep. It definitely was.
I’d blame it on the
bourbon but that was a lame ass cop-out. He was hot and I felt more than a
little frisky.
“I see.” He slid his hands
into his pockets and before I knew it, stood inches away from me.
He smelled so good. Not of
cologne or body spray or any of the manufactured crap some men seem to think
they need. Just soap, shampoo and him. His scent reminded me of the
outdoors. Fresh and earthy, like vetiver.
“Shouldn’t you be doing
the rounds with your friends?” I asked.
“Not necessary.”
“Are you a soccer player
too?”
“Soccer,” he mimicked with
a grin. “Yes. I play football.”
I bit my lip to stifle a
laugh at his correction.
He leaned toward me,
invading my personal space the way a five star general crosses enemy lines,
with precision and a healthy serving of arrogance. I was essentially caged
between him and the railing.
It took quite a bit of
effort not to slide my fingers up his chest and unbutton the rest this shirt.
Or tear it open and watch all the buttons scatter.
“Did you come here with
someone tonight?” he asked.
“Like a date?”
“Yes, like a date.”
“No.”
“Lucky me.” A mischievous
smile pulled at his lips. “Guess that means we’re on a date now. Or at least
picking up where our last date left off.”
“Hardly. I’m not so sure
you’re my type.”
“I’m everyone’s type.”
“I’m not everyone.”
- $50 Amazon gift card
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