Page 1 of Daddy's Wild Girl

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Corbin McIntyre was in no mood to get groped.

The woman sitting next to him had just placed her hand on his thigh. And if she moved it two inches to the right, she’d be cupping his dick.

He quickly slid off the stool at the bar and glared at her.

Pouting, she leaned toward him. She stunk of a mix of body odor and whiskey.

Jesus, she was drunk as a skunk.

Glancing over, he saw that Noah had already clocked how far gone she was. He frowned, nodding at Corbin.

“Hey, come back here,” she pleaded. “I wasn’t finished.”

“Yeah, you are,” he said firmly. “You need to keep your hands to yourself. You can’t go around touching whoever you like.”

“But you’re so cute, and look at me.” She pushed out her chest. “You want me.”

Dear Lord.

All he’d wanted was a quiet drink.

This morning, he’d realized that he hadn’t left Sanctuary Ranch in over a month. So he’d come out tonight to feel like he had something of a social life.

Not to get assaulted by a drunk woman.

“Come on,” she wheedled. “At least buy me a drink.”

“You’re cut off, Mary-Anne,” Noah said from the other side of the bar.

“What? You can’t do that!” Mary-Anne cried.

“Considering I own this place, yeah, I can,” Noah replied. “Are you here with Roger? Or should I call you a ride?”

Mary-Anne snorted, climbing off her stool. She swayed, and Corbin had to reach out and grab her before she fell to the floor.

“My hero,” she said before she burped.

Noah snorted and started moving around the end of the bar just as someone approached from Corbin’s right.

“What the hell are you doing with my wife?” a deep voice boomed.

Corbin sighed. Great. That was all he needed. A jealous husband.

He was not winning tonight.

“Be quiet, Roger! Leave my new boyfriend alone,” Mary-Anne slurred.

Corbin stepped away with his hands up. Thankfully, she managed to stay upright this time.

“I’m not her boyfriend, man. I don’t even know her. I was just trying to stop her from falling on her face.”

“I saw the two of you cozying up at the bar,” Roger accused.

He was similar in height to Corbin but about a hundred pounds heavier and thick with muscle.

“Look, man, I don’t know what to tell you. But I’m not interested in her.”

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