Page 11 of Falling For His Badass

“We are.” Greg answers.

“Are you from here?” I ask.

Matt answers, “No, we flew in from the coast.”

“Are you from here?” Greg asks.

“Just visiting for the weekend too.”

Greg looks around. “You with someone?”

I glance at the mirror trying to bide time while I think of how to answer that. I don’t want them to know I’m here alone, so I answer. “I’m waiting on a friend.”

Greg and Matt exchange a look over my head and I know they don’t believe me. I lift my drink to my lips and take a drink.

Matt leans toward me and asks if I want to dance. He smells good, but not as good as B.A.Am I going to compare everyone from now on to him?

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It’sall I can do to keep my attention on Jeff’s project. Lizzy walked into the bar about 15 minutes ago looking absolutely breathtaking in her dress and heels. Her voluptuous body made my dick grow hard again. But she disappeared into the crowd at the bar, and I’ve lost sight of her. “Brody, I’d love to have you join my team. I’d compensate you well for your time. When you’re on a mission, you’ll get a cut of the contract. When you’re not on a mission, you’ll be required to train regularly, of course, and you’ll have a set salary that we can discuss later. Other than that, you’ll have all the free time you want.”

I lift my beer and take a draw. “Who’s the money man backing you?”

“His name is Aurei Moore. He’s a venture capitalist, former Army Aviator, Apache pilot. We go way back.”

“Do you have training facilities?”

“Yes, Aurei bought a ranch outside of Vegas.”

“Vegas, huh?” I grin.

He grins too. “Yeah. It’s definitely a perk.”

“Who else have you recruited?”

He gives me a quick rundown on the special operators who have signed on so far.

“Sounds like an impressive group.”

“They are. Does it sound like something you’d be interested in?” He lifts his brew and takes a draw.

“You definitely have given me something to think about. I love what I do, but I’ll give it consideration.”

“Fair enough.” He says and sits back in his seat.

I look out at the dance floor and catch a glimpse of Lizzy. She is moving and grooving between the other dancers on the floor. She’s graceful and gorgeous. My eyes feast on her beauty and I feel a hunger for her growing in the pit of my stomach.

Jeff asks, “So tell me about your last mission?”

I open my mouth to begin my accounting of what went down, when I see the dude Lizzy's dancing with, and my words vanish. It irks me knowing he is enjoying her attention. I shift in the seat and reach for another beer. If I’ve got to endure watching her with someone else, I’m going to need more alcohol.

Jeff turns his head looking in the same direction. He laughs, “I’m betting that’sMissLizzy Mayer out there dancing with another man from the look on your face.”

“Yes” is the only word I say before I drain my beer. Lizzy’s sensual moves stirs that something inside my gut and groin that no one else has ever awakened before and I watch her maneuvering just out of reach of the dude she’s dancing with. I begin recounting my mission to Jeff with my eyes glued on her.

I’m just getting to the first encounter with the insurgents when I realize another man has joined them. He slides up behind Lizzy, cutting her retreat off from the first dude, but she isn’t aware yet. The first dude reaches for her, and as she tries to dance away, she dances right into the second dude. I sense this isn’t the first time they have done this. I sit up in my chair and watch concerned for her. Pinned between them, she stops dancing and looks for a way out. When the first dude grabs her arm, jerking her body against his, and the second dude prepares to grind her from behind, I stand up. My jaw sets, “Later, Jeff.”

“Let me know if you need my help. I’ll send my boys over there.”

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