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The words settle into my bloodstream and don’t leave. It makes my cock twitch.

I see the red creeping up her throat. And I remember how it felt with my hand wrapped around it.

God, I want more. No. I fucking need it.

“Well, you’ve got your drink now. Does that make up for it?” she asks, batting those thick lashes at me.

“Not even close. Have dinner with me? That might fix my broken heart.”

She pouts, nails tapping the bar like a siren’s call.

“Okay. On one condition.”

Anything.

“Let me hear it.”

Chapter 12

CHARLOTTE

Iwatch his brothers follow the guy who tried to drug me and lead him towards the elevator.

Having Jimmy with me as I forced that asshole to drink the drugged cocktail made my heart swell.

It’s always me fighting for myself. Having company felt good.

There’s something about him, something that tells me he’s dark, brutal.

But also soft for the right people. Like me.

“You let me design a tattoo for you.”

It’s the first thing I can think of.

He smirks and pulls up his shirt at the hem, revealing his toned stomach, covered in tats.

“Where do you think it should go?” He asks.

Instinctively I put my hand across his chest. I almost tear it away, but it feels so right.

“Many here?”

“A few. Make it small, and I’ll find it a home.” His voice drops almost seductively.

I nod, the temperature rising.

He stands up, which only shows off his height over me as he offers me his hand, and I take it so he can help me off the stool.

He squeezes my hand as he leads me over to a table, secluded in the far left corner. He stops and lets me in the booth first and follows in after.

“I feel like champagne is in order,” he says as he shuffles closer to me. Our thighs touch and I almost melt against him.

“We celebrating the fact I didn’t get drugged and raped?”

His eyes darken, his lips a thin line.

“Don’t say that. He won’t ever come near you again.” The danger in his voice excites me.

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