Page 246 of The Trouble With Bad Boys

“Hello,” she responded politely.

I didn’t want to waste this first opportunity I had, but this sudden and foreign awkwardness gripped me. Deciding to start with the basics, I cleared my throat, “My name’s–”

“Easton,” she finished for me.

“Yeah, it is. I’d ask how you knew that, but first I’d like to know your name.”

“My name’s Shelby, and I’ve not only seen you around, but your reputation precedes you.” I wondered what she was talking about, but then she smiled more naturally and extended her dainty hand out to me.

“It’s very nice to meet–”

“One jalapeño cucumber mojito for you, love,” the bartender told her as he interrupted the two of us. I shot him a glare he didn’t even notice.

“Thank you, Chad,” she told him, then took her straw and absently stirred it around her glass.

“About this reputation of mine,” I said as I turned my attention back to her.

“I was kidding with you, but I’ve come to know the names of the regulars around here. You do come here often enough.”

She wasn’t wrong. “Then it’s the perfect time for us to get to know one another better.”

“I guess.” Using the straw, she picked up one of the jalapeño pepper slices, then brought it to her mouth.

I watched those luscious lips part, then her tongue swipe across the bottom one. She had the most kissable mouth I’d ever seen, and if the opportunity presented itself, my tongue would be where the pepper was. We’d just met which was the first step in making that happen. Getting to know each other would be the next one.

Before I could continue, she turned around in her seat, leaving me to stare at the back of her head. This Shelby definitely gave new meaning to mystery woman, but I wasn’t deterred. Since she was drinking and we likely wouldn’t be scening, I snapped my fingers at Chad to get his attention. He came right down, and I wasted no time rattling off my selection.

“I’ll take a Whiskey sour.”

“Great selection. I’ll have that right out to you, Easton.”

Shelby spun back around at that moment, and I noticed the cell phone she had in her hand. She hadn’t turned away because she wasn’t interested, but rather because she had to do something on the smartphone. She eyed me suspiciously, and I could tell that she was now giving me the same appraisal I’d given her just a few minutes earlier.

“I would’ve guessed Jack and Coke, so I suppose I was partially right,” she finally said.

Shelby then picked back up her drink and I watched her sip it before replying. “It’s usually my backup drink, so you’re more accurate than you think.”

She smiled demurely. “I might have noticed you a few times at this bar with one in your hand, so I figured it was a favorite of yours.”

A part of me was shocked she’d noticed me, but Shelby not only knew my name but what my usual drink order was as well. Heat surged through my bloodstream, then raced straight to my cock. The things I wanted to do this woman would not only put my name on her lips but keep it there. I’d make her moan, cry, then scream it aloud as I lashed her gorgeous body with one of my whips.

I hadn’t had a hard-on this bad for someone since I was in high school. That summer between ninth and tenth grade had been awkward as fuck because hard was the constant state I’d been stuck in back then. It was neither here nor there though because in my youth, there’d been no reason for it, but I couldn’t say the same now.

She popped another jalapeño into her mouth, and this time, she teased me a bit by licking the straw. I was so tempted to slam my mouth down on hers so I could suck her tongue into my mouth where I’d be hard-pressed to surrender it.

She then turned and looked over both of her shoulders snapping me out of my trance. “Are you expecting someone?”

It was very possible that she was, and whoever the man might be, he’d be one lucky bastard. “No, I was just wondering what has caught your eye is all, Easton.”

I grinned. “I’ve noticed no one else but you since you’ve walked in.”

“I was hoping that was it. I almost thought you were waiting on someone.”

“Only you,” I responded, eliciting an even brighter smile from her. “What else do you hope for?”

She let out a soft sigh, and it was one I couldn’t wait to hear more of as she lay sated on my silk sheets after being fucked senseless. For at least six weeks, I’d been waiting to get her attention, and now that I had it, the last thing I wanted to do was seem distracted.

“Would you– ”

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