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So really I should just go back to my apartment and call one of those women. Anyone here is untested, an unknown who could get the wrong idea, think that I’m an available bachelor to be shot, stuffed, and hung on the wall of peaceful domestic bliss. And if not that, at the very least they could try to turn on an episode of The Office afterward.
The horror, the horror.
Still, for reasons unknown, I linger.
A couple very attractive women are making eye contact with me, even as they dance on other men. One, a leggy brunette, holds my gaze as she grinds on her man, biting her lip and then beckoning me with a finger. I glance at the guy and realize he’s making eye contact just as strongly. I quickly look away. Not looking to be the meat in this couple’s freaky sex sandwich.
Okay, that’s it. I’m going home. Maybe Katya is back from Moscow. She’s a special woman; her complete lack of emotion is found only in serial killers and my ideal sex partners. Then again?—
Suddenly I realize I’ve made steady eye contact with a striking young woman with black hair and green eyes. Only she’s looking at me differently than the others have been. This one’s looking at me like she knows me. And then with a jolt of recognition I realize that I know her too. It’s Mickey, the intern always attached at the hip to…
Fuck.
From behind the shell-shocked Mickey, squeezing through the crowd, a frown on her beautiful face, an untouched drink in her hand, is Evie. And my god does she look ravenous.
A tight red dress hugs her curves, pushing full breasts out deliciously. Her heels add three inches to her height, and they make her shapely legs look even longer. My gaze follows them up to where the dress ends at her upper thigh. I imagine my hand there, pushing it back and up. The dress is so short it wouldn’t take much to reveal her pussy. Where has this slutty side of Little Miss Business Attire been? The sight is enough to make my cock hard and my mouth water.
Evie doesn’t realize yet why Mickey isn’t moving. I tear my gaze away from her body and watch with a small smirk as her eyes travel to her friend’s face and then follow Mickey’s expression all the way to me.
Our eyes connect with a jolt that goes straight to my dick. She’s wide-eyed and gaping. I’ve recovered quickly enough to look smooth.
I raise my glass to her. Of course she’s here. Why wouldn’t she be here? The universe is obviously fucking with me, but two can play at that game. I’ll fuck the universe right back.
I swallow the rest of my drink, place the glass behind me on the bar without looking, and stride toward her. The crowd parts around me, a perk of being taller than just about everyone here. Evie stays lodged in place, not moving a muscle until I’m right on top of her.
“What are you doing here?” she blurts out.
“I could ask you the same thing,” I say. My eyes flit down to her dress, to its plunging neckline and painted-on tightness. “I didn’t think this was your scene.”
She flushes under my gaze and I get a thrill that I can cause her body to react without even touching it.
“It’s not,” she says. “It’s—” She looks around, presumably for Mickey, her backup. But Mickey appears to have disappeared in a poof of fruit-scented body spray.
I can’t help it. I reach out and use a single finger to turn Evie’s chin back to me. She allows it, surprise once again stunning her into compliance. But then she bats my hand away.
“What are you doing?” she asks.
“Redirecting your attention,” I say.
“Why?” she asks. Evie is trying to keep her face neutral but there’s annoyance in her sharp blue eyes. “At work you act like you can barely stand to be in the same room with me.”
“We’re not at work, are we?” I ask.
I have her there. Her mouth twists. I don’t know what I’m doing. I want this woman, but I can’t have her. I have rules against this. She could be the ruin of everything I’ve built. She has the power to destroy the man I’ve worked so hard to become. I should go home and call Katya and bury myself in my work until this lunacy goes away.
But my feet stay planted; I’m not going anywhere. Because I’ve never been a man who walks away from something he wants.
I bend down and whisper in her ear, “If you walked into work dressed like that I’d bend you over my desk and fuck you until you begged me to let you come.”
She jerks back, those perfect lips parting in surprise, and in lust. We have nothing in common in our personalities and yet I know we both feel this magnetic force between us. Right now her skin is crawling with anticipation, just like mine. This is going to happen. I’ve never been so sure of something in my life.
I reach out, grabbing her by the upper arms. God, she’s beautiful. And right now, she’s giving in. In this moment I could do anything I wanted to her.
I lean forward, her lips getting closer, both of our muscles taut and straining, and?—
“Brooo!” A drunken arm is swung over my shoulders and I’m cruelly ripped out of the moment and away from Evie by my drunk and high little brother.
It’s like a bucket of water has been dumped on my head. Suddenly I’m back in a loud, disgusting crowd surrounded by inebriated, sweaty strangers.
