Page 7 of Regret

Chapter 3

Holy fuck.

Her eyes. Those damn eyes. They were…they were fucking blue. The only way to explain it was by comparing it to the ocean under the full moon at midnight, and looking down at the water from the highest cliff. And he knew this exact comparison because he had stared into eyes like those before, and they were hauntingly beautiful.

While he held her hand firmly in his, he noticed the way her face had paled. He knew she was secretly squirming on the inside, contemplating whether she should run, hide, or do nothing. By the way her eyes had zeroed in on him, it was like she was prey waiting for the predator to strike. And to tell the truth, with those eyes staring back at him, he wanted to bolt as well. But he smelled the stench of secrets all over her, which incited the PI in him to find out exactly what she was hiding.

According to his client, this was just a simple search and find job. There was supposedly nothing complicated, dodgy, or questionable about it. When he agreed to find her, his sixth sense of being able to smell bullshit from a mile away didn’t give him that tingle of warning as it usually did when something wasn’t right. So why the hell was he getting a completely different vibe now that he was staring at the face in front of him?

He let go of her hand and shrugged. “I’ve been hearing a lot about you from that guy.” He nodded his head toward the bartender at the far end of the bar who just so happened to wave at Scarlet like a total goofball the minute she looked in his direction. “I think Joe over there might have a crush on you.” He winked.

Her shoulders relaxed and she started wiping her hands on her apron. “Well, that’s unfortunate…for Joe.”

Hunter smirked. “Not your type?”

“Let’s just say that I’m nothistype.”

“I think Joe would disagree with that.” He swallowed a mouthful of his beer while keeping his eyes on her.

Scarlet handed another customer his drink, placed the money in the cash register, and then turned back to him. “I think Joe needs to find himself a naïve little rich girl.”

“And I take it that’s not you?”

“If I were a rich girl, would I be working here?”

“I was referring to the naïve part.” He shot her a challenging look, and she raised a brow.

“Are you a smart-ass?”

“Oh no, not at all. Do I look like a smart-ass to you?”

She reached up to her ponytail, untied it, and swept her hair back, retying it before placing her hands on her hips. “I think I’d rather not answer that question.”

Hunter was unable to stop himself from looking in the direction in which her hands went and admiring the perfect curve of her hips. The sex obsessed man in him was saying, “Those hips would make for some real good pounding,” while the P.I in him was saying, “Put your dick back in your pants, she’s not your type.”

He slowly lifted his gaze to her face. “So, back to Joe over there. He looks pretty tame and safe. You sure you don’t want to give him a chance?”

“Joe being tame and safe is exactly why I don’t want to give him a chance. That and the fact that my balls might just be bigger than his.”

Hunter snickered. “Poor Joe.”

He sat down at the counter and leaned forward, summoning her to come closer with his finger like he was about to tell her who really assassinated JFK. “Do you think there’s a chance that your balls might be bigger than mine?”

Leaning closer, she answered smoothly, “Oh, I guarantee you that they are.”

Hunter snorted when she pulled back, and noticed the faintest hint of a cocky smile curving up at the corners of her mouth—a delicious-looking mouth.

But the nose studded wild chick with blood red streaks in her dark hair who stood in front of him was far from the prim and proper, innocent-looking young girl in the picture he had. In the photo, she looked like no trouble at all. In person, she looked like one shit bucket full of trouble, and for some unknown reason he liked it—especially when he stared at her very well-endowed cleavage in the leather top she was wearing.

“See something you like, Ace?”

He looked up and she cocked her head, staring at him as he unashamedly gawked at her breasts.

After another large gulp of beer, he wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. “It’s Hunter. And obviously I’m seeing something I like, otherwise I wouldn’t be staring now, would I?” He shot her a smug grin.

She leaned over the counter again, crossing her arms in front of her chest, pushing those already sweet-looking breasts tighter together, giving him an eyeful of those gloriously bulging tits.

“Then you’d better get a good look, ’cause that’s the closest you’re ever gonna get,Ace.” While biting her cherry red bottom lip, her gaze remained locked on his. The more he stared into those blue eyes of hers, the more he was reminded about why he had hisno blue eyesrule.

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