Page 7 of Heresy

That alone is enough to sharpen my temper, but then add a pissed off woman glaring at me like I should apologize for somethingshedid, and I’m about two seconds away from storming out of this place to go home.

Still, I can’t help noticing how she stands out among the crowd. Not only is she wearing a plain T-shirt and jeans, but she’s also nice to look at.

Not ordinary, at least.

Someone who would draw my attention even if she wasn’t wearing my drink.

Or she would be nice to look at if she also wasn’t so fucking pissed at the moment.

The red streaking her cheeks is making the blue of her eyes stand out, her long, light brown hair falling in waves where the ends dust her hips.

I love long hair.

Always have.

Mostly because it’s the best for taking control of a woman in bed.

Judging by how she’s staring at me now, we won’t be heading that direction.

Ever.

Which means she needs to get the fuck out of my way so I can continue forward to take care of the problem I was heading to in the first place.

Bored with this, I raise my brows in a silent gesture for her to move, but she just stands there.

“Is there something you need?”

“An apology,” she answers, her tone of voice razor sharp.

I step back and run a slow glance down her body, my lips tugging at the corners.

She’s amusing, I’ll give her that.

When my eyes lift again, the red across her cheeks is a deep crimson. I can’t help but admire the shade.

“Listen, I’m sorry if you ran into me and ended up soaking wet as a result. Now can you please move so I can get on with my night? I have more important things to be doing than this.”

Her jaw drops slightly before it snaps closed, the skin between her eyes crinkling more.

She’s cute.

I’ll also give her that.

Apparently, she doesn’t feel the same.

“You are such a dick.” Her voice is the snap of a whip, those full lips of hers curling into a sneer I want to wipe away.

Laughing, I tease, “Thank you for the honest assessment. I’ll try not to cry about it too much when I go to sleep tonight. Now move.”

Honestly, I think she’ll argue more or cause a scene. Instead, she smiles, surprising me. The expression is sweet for a woman whose eyes glare at me like she’s stabbing me in her head while planning where to bury my body.

I don’t react, my refusal deepening the red across her cheeks, tightening that mouth into such a stern line that I would slice my fingers open if I touched it.

With a disapproving grunt, she storms around me. I turn to keep her in view as she wanders off to find a bathroom.

I can’t lie, she has a nice ass.

It’s a shame we didn’t meet under better circumstances.

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