Page 18 of Cinder
Her gaze lingers, and I raise my beer. But she looks away, unaffected.
“Do you mean to tell me that the legendary Lars charm is failing to work?” Mya, one of the club girls, slides into the booth across from me. Dressed in a tiny pair of shorts, a shirt tied above her belly button, and a pair of cowboy boots, she’s gorgeous and one of the best chicks I know.
She grins, and two dimples press into her cheeks.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” I say, pulling on my beer.
She rolls her eyes and slaps me with the toweling cloth she’s been using to wipe down the tables. “Why don’t you go over there and talk to her?”
Across the room, someone knocks into Cheezy, and he spills his beer all over the mysterious girl.
“You’re right,” I say, grabbing the cloth out of Mya’s hand and leaving the booth.
When I reach Cheezy and his date, one searing look from me tells Cheezy to back off. He throws his hands up in surrender and backs away, wisely biting his tongue.
“Here.” I hand the girl the cloth so she can wipe the beer off her dress, averting my eyes from her taut nipples pressing against the wet fabric.
She smiles. And it’s like the rest of her. Gorgeous. “Thanks,” she says, as she dabs at the front of her dress. “My date is clumsy.”
“Your date is an idiot.” I speak without thinking, because damn those nipples are a distraction. They’re demanding attention and I’ve got so many ways to give it to them. “So what’s a girl like you doing with a guy like Cheezy anyway?”
She looks up. “A girl like me?”
I can see fire in those blue eyes.
“You and I both know the only way a guy like Cheezy gets a girl like you is if he’s got money, inheritance, or power. And he ain’t got any of them.”
“That seriously sounds like you’re calling me a gold digger.”
Fuck. Not what I intended.
I’ve come over here to flirt with her, not insult her.
But I’m a bit rusty.
Since Carina and Beth’s parents asked the Knights to find their daughters, it was all I could think about during my waking hours. Determined to bring the girls home to their families, I hyper-focused on the task. Foregoing everything else. Sleeping. Eating. Partying. Pussy.
Now it seems I’ve lost my game.
Fuck.
“You forgot the fourth reasongirls like medate guys like him,” she says, handing me back the cloth.
Yep, by the way she’s shooting laser beams out of her eyes at me, I’ve insulted her.
“Which is?” I ask.
The mysterious girl leans in and whispers, “A big cock.”
I almost choke on my fucking breath.
Hearingcockfall from those luscious lips sends all kinds of crazy straight to my balls.
Who the hell is this firecracker?
She grins, mischief twinkling in her beautiful eyes.
“I’m kidding,” she says, diffusing the tension with a sweet chuckle. “He’s not my date. We used to go to school together and when I ran into him in town the other day we got talking and he invited me along tonight. But just as friends.”
