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“And if I do? Body hair is natural. You wouldn’t let a random nipple hair distract you from the goods, would you?”

I choked on my drink, and my eyes watered as the alcohol went down the wrong pipe. I didn’t even have to look across the bar to know Luca and Garrett were laughing their asses off; I could hear them.

She slapped my back a few times before rubbing it in circles. “Oh, God. I can’t believe I said that. That is not cute. Not cute at all.”

Sensing she was about to flee, I mustered up the strength to speak. “Do you have nipple hair?” I asked in a strangled voice.

Her hand left my back to my dismay, and she covered her face. “I’m horrible at this.”

The bartender put our fresh drinks in front of us, including a glass of water. He even put ice in her bourbon to make it easier to drink. He was going to get an extra-large tip for being so observant.

I gulped down some water and braved a glance at my friends. Their eyes were on us, but they were whispering to each other like two schoolgirls discussing their crushes. I raised an eyebrow and both of them subtly nodded.

My attention returned to the woman next to me, who still had her face covered. “Hey.” I trailed my fingers up her forearm to her wrist and gently circled it, pulling it away from her face. “You aren’t horrible.”

She leaned closer to me. “I just brought up nipple hair to a very attractive man that I want to um… you know,” she whispered.

I didn’t let go of her wrist and lowered her hand to my thigh. “Do I seem bothered by that?”

Her breath hitched and she squeezed lightly. “I’ve never done this before… I mean I’ve doneit, but not with someone I don’t know.” She bit her lip again and I cupped her jaw, brushing my thumb across her lip to free it.

Her hand moved to my inner thigh, so close to my dick that I could feel the heat of her skin. She might have been too innocent for what I had in store for her, but if things didn’t happen the way I wanted them to, I’d at least have her to myself for the night.

“What’s your name?” I moved my hand to the side of her neck, resisting the urge to pull her closer and take her mouth with mine.

She was naturally a stunner with smooth skin and wavy brown hair that made me want to bury my fingers in it as I fucked her full lips. Her eyes were so expressive, and I could tell she was turned on but a little apprehensive.

“Paige.” Her voice was lower as I stroked her throat. “What’s yours?”

“Ryker, but you can call me Ry if you want.” I hoped I didn’t regret giving her my name. “Do you live here in the city, or are you just visiting?”

“Here on business.” She shivered as I slowly removed my hand from her neck, my fingertips lingering.

“Me too.” The lie felt bitter on my tongue, but the less she knew about me, the better. “Shall we?” I gestured to the drinks in front of us.

Her hand still on my thigh, she lifted her drink and watched me over the rim as she took a drink. For never having picked up a guy before, she was doing a damn good job of it.

I swirled my drink in my glass and then gulped it down, ready to get this show on the road. And what a show it would hopefully be.

Chapter3

Cowabunga

Paige

I’d summoned up every single ounce of self-confidence I had buried deep inside and approached a man who was probably out of my league. In the thirty minutes I’d been in the bar, not one man had piqued my interest quite like he had.

He’d caught my eye when he walked past the table I’d been at having some liquid courage. My heart had nearly stopped as he strode through the dimly lit room.

He had a commanding presence about him, and his impeccably styled blond hair glowed under the lights. His intense blue eyes scanned the crowd quickly before settling on a seat next to a blonde at the bar.

At first, I’d been apprehensive when I saw him move away from the woman he sat next to, but the alcohol had loosened me up a bit and I took a chance.

And now there we were, after some flirting and not-so-subtle conversation, heading up to his room.

Was this how it was supposed to go? From the first moment of contact to now, it couldn’t have been more than fifteen or twenty minutes.

There was maybe a one percent chance he was a serial killer, and I was just another one of his victims. He had an unwavering confidence and charisma I’d never encountered before. I didn’t know how else to explain how I’d ended up on his arm so easily.

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