Page 7 of Getting Lucky in London

I half grunted, half groaned as my dick thickened behind the fly of my trousers. What else could I say to the woman pouring herself over me like smooth whiskey over ice?

I brushed a finger along her cheek. “I’ll go with getting lucky in London.”

From the moment I caught this beauty boldly checking me out, my skin had zinged with a primal attraction, and I’d struggled to remember I was here to meet Dominic, Sarah, and— What was his sister’s name? Rose? Lily? Some flower name.

When they’d failed to show, I’d enjoyed a flirtation with this stunning creature and ignored the chanting in my head—no distraction, no distraction, no distraction. Then bloody Liz had appeared, and my “no distraction” had become my savior.

And criminy, what a savior. Tall and slender, with curves I wanted to explore with my fingers and then my tongue. The filmy black dress hugged her lithe frame, then flared as it ended near mid-thigh. And those legs…

I cleared the lust from my throat and smiled into her big brown, bedroom eyes. “I really could kiss you, right here, right now.”

“Might help your cause.” Her gaze fell to my mouth, blatantly inviting me to taste hers. Ignoring the voice of reason that reminded me this wasn’t the place, I lowered my head.

“So this is your new flavor of the week?”

The venomous insult startled us both and broke the seductive spell I’d been under. I stepped back from the delight in my arms. I’d probably have to escort Liz outside to prevent a scene and give up the enchanting woman at my side. “Liz, look—”

“Yes, that would be me, this week’s flavor.” Looping her arm through mine, my charming rescuer pressed her breasts into my biceps. “But don’t worry. I’m only in town to fuck him for a few days. You can have him back when I’m done.”

I choked at the blatantly crude words coming out of her mouth and would have laughed if I’d been able to catch my breath.

Liz’s eyes widened, and her mouth opened and closed several times, then clamped shut. The shock that matched mine wore off, and jealousy narrowed her eyes. “Crass American bitch.”

A soft, feminine chuckle drifted over me, and the woman at my side placed a proprietary palm on my chest as she looked up at me. “I’d say she doesn’t miss much, but she doesn’t seem smart enough to realize you’re done with her.” She gave Liz a dismissive wave. “Move along. You’re causing a scene.”

Liz glanced around, and Michael followed suit. Several people were openly staring. Her spine stiffened, and she lifted her chin. “Please excuse me.”

Nose in the air, Liz took her leave, but only to the other end of the gallery to join her friends.

I hated to hurt her, though she didn’t really look as hurt as she did psychotic, glaring at me from behind one of her friends, making me wonder what I’d ever seen in her…other than her triple E tits.

I returned my attention to the woman clinging to me. “I’m sorry you had to be a party to that.”

“No problem.” She released my arm and faced the painting. Was it my imagination or was there a chill in her voice? Or was she bored now that the drama had passed? “So what’s the story with Liz? She your ex?”

“Hardly.” I studied the colors on the canvas with a frown. “Same old story. She wanted a relationship. I just wanted to have fun.”

“Fun meaning sex.”

Heat flooded my face, though I couldn’t imagine why her blunt assessment affected me that way. But I liked how she said what she wanted without apology. I’d forgotten that about women from the States. “Yes.”

Her big brown eyes sliced my way, and lush red lips tipped upward in a sultry smile. “Fun is good.”

Perhaps I’d mistaken the shift of her temperament. I returned her smile with a grin. “Fun can beverygood.”

“How long were you together?”

“A few days.” And clearly, even that was too long. “And we weren’ttogether. I met her on a trip to the country with friends, but when we got home, she wanted more. I didn’t.”

I’d tried to let Liz down easy, but the constant texts and phone calls and having her show up wherever I was made it difficult. Like tonight. It was as if she had a tracker on me.

I cast another glance across the room and found Liz still watching me. If it weren’t for the mysterious woman at my side, I’d have left the exhibit by now.

Delicate fingers linking with mine drew my gaze. I glanced up from our hands to find curious dark eyes searching my face. “What?”

“She seems intent on ruining your evening.”

I couldn’t read her expression. Was she about to tell me she wanted no part of my drama? I wouldn’t blame her. Our flirty beginning had spiraled. “And yours, I’m afraid.”

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