Page 9 of Fearless

Is she actually for real?

It’s like she’s gone out of her way to make this as easy as possible for me.

“Did you just get off the boat or something?”

She laughs. “I’ve been here a couple of months. I just don’t go out much.”

I tilt my head, and she copies me. It’s quite adorable, but is she doing it on purpose or is she just a natural submissive?

“What brings you out tonight then?”

The server comes back with the ice bucket and some glasses before she can answer. I pour her a double shot without asking. She takes a sip, quickly followed by a few bigger mouthfuls. That’s going to hurt in the morning.

“I was supposed to meet someone. Said he works at the bar, but I couldn’t find him,” she says, shrugging her shoulders while she takes another sip. “His loss.”

Not really. One fake man’s loss is another real man’s gain.

“I know everyone who works here. What’s his name?”

“Justin?”

I let out a chuckle and shake my head. “No one who works here goes by the name of Justin, princess. Looks like you’re going home alone tonight.”

I lean back in my chair and rest my chin in my hand while I wait to see if she catches on to the meaning behind my statement.

Looks like she’s going home alone tonight, but she doesn’t have to.

We both stare at each other for a long minute, and I take the opportunity to study her. It’s a face I’ll be seeing a lot of, so I might as well get to know it.

I can’t decide if she’s ridiculously stunning or… not.

She looks like a model, but not the absurdly symmetrical Victoria Secret kind. She’s too unique for that. No, therealmodels. Those ones you see in magazines who are so damn beautiful they almost look like ugly aliens. That makes no sense, but neither does half the shit that runs through my head on a daily basis.

Her eyebrows are thick and heavy, and maybe that’s deliberate or she’s too lazy to pluck them. Who knows, but they suit her heart-shaped face and her big pouty lips.

She’s arching one of them up at me right now.

I burst out laughing. “Too soon?”

She smirks and shrugs her shoulders. “Ask me again in an hour.”

I shake my head, and her silver eyes practically sparkle. “Why drag out the inevitable? We both know how this ends.”

Putting her drink down on the table, she crosses her legs. Her tight sequined skirt rides high up her thigh, baring even more of her smooth, strong leg. “Yeah? And how’s that?”

“Come here and I’ll whisper it in your ear.” I nod my head down toward my spread legs, and she lets out a huff of a laugh, as if she can’t believe she’s entertaining the notion.

But after a beat, she does it anyway, crossing the space between us like a reluctant little pixie.

She perches her small frame on my knee and I feel a bit like Father Christmas, except instead of bringing presents I’m about to steal them.

A big ol’ Grinch bastard.

I curve my hand around her tiny waist and pull her in closer to me. She shivers as my breath hits her exposed neck, and lets out the smallest of sighs.

I don’t actually hate this.

If she wasn’t who she was, I’d never have approached her. I wouldn’t be sitting here right now with her on my lap, barely keeping a hard-on under control like I’m one of the pretty-boy-posse.

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