Page 22 of Sin With Me

Goosebumps covered my arms and fear completely obliterated my vocal chords.

Oh no! Not again!

With my eyes partially shut, I turned slowly in my seat, praying that it wouldn’t be him. And that somehow, somewhere up there in the heavens, someone was listening. When I turned around and saw the stranger, I looked up and mouthed thank you. He, of course, took it the wrongway.

“Well, it looks like tonight will be very interesting.”

“I meant something else.” I waved my hand. “And I’m not making the mistake of throwing up in those bathrooms again,” Isaid.

He laughed. The dimple in his left cheek made me pause again as I wondered whether I’d seen him in town before.

“I’m Brrr…ady.”

That voice, so soothing and familiar, sent delectable shivers down my spine. If there was anyone I could have ever pictured Father Cameron to be like if he weren’t a priest, it was this man sitting at myside.

“It’s nice to meet you, Brady. I’m Kate. You must be new intown.”

“Just passing through.”

“Many do. Welcome.”

“Thanks. Definitely feeling it today.” He winked. His dark skin glowed in the light from the candle-lit chandelier above. That chiseled face was so easy to look at. I just met Brady and felt like I could bare my soul to this man. Yeah, the hormones were definitely out of whack. He then leaned forward and smirked to the side, saying, “But I could definitely go for round numbertwo.”

And the façade of this perfect man I’d imagined Father Cameron to be, vanished.

“That’srude.”

“Okay, Michelle Tanner.”

“And that’s even ruder.”

“Ruder is not aword.”

“It isso.”

“Why don’t you have another shot? Maybe you’ll be able to spell itout.”

Was that sarcasm?

“I can spell very well, thank you very much. But I will have another shot because I’m so disgusted with the way youtalk.”

Yet something drew me to him. Was it the danger? Was it the force with which he sat at the bar, so pure and manly? He could have been a caveman dragging me home by my hair, and I would have let him. As my imagination sailed on the first tequila wave, Brady leaned forward, and that smirk was back again. “The woman I fucked about an hour ago said the same thing before coming all over mydick.”

What thehell?

I swung my hand, ready to leave a mark on his cheek but he grabbed my sluggish wrist before I made contact.

“Take it easy, sweets. I’m just kidding.”

Somehow I doubted that. I yanked my hand out of his grip. I felt him devour me with his gaze, and while a moment ago that would have been totally hot, right now it felt creepy.

“Have we met before?” I asked.

“Why?”

“The way you’re looking at me. It’s weird.”

“Don’t take it the wrong way, but I’m actually wondering how much those hurt.” He pointed to my swollen red shoulders. “Besides, I would have remembered a beautiful woman.”

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