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I don’t hesitate to answer. I’m ten times bolder thanks to the negroni. “Caught my boyfriend cheating. We broke up and I just needed to escape the reality of it.”
He mumbles something.
“What?”
“He’s an asshole,” he says. “Any man would be lucky to have a girl like you. You’re gorgeous and fun to be around. His loss.”
I can’t help the smile that plays on my lips. “By any man, do you mean you, too?” I don’t breathe as I anticipate his answer.
“Are you asking because it’s your turn? I didn’t choose truth.”
I grin. He’s so smooth; what a way to avoid the question. “Truth or dare?”
“Truth,” he answers.
“What are you thinking right now?”
His gaze skims over me, pausing on my chest for a moment. “I’m thinking I want to take you home, pin you to a wall and make you forget that asshole who broke your heart.”
Shit. Shit. Shit.
That sounds so hot. It’s even better knowing I wouldn’t object if he tried to. Fuck, I’ll even jump into his car and let him take me wherever he wants. It’s becoming even harder to ignore that I’m pulsating all over for him.
I down all of my drink in one gulp and slam the empty glass on the bar. Wiping my mouth with the back of my hand, I hear myself say, “I want to do that too. I want you to take me home, Brandon.”
My head is spinning in circles right now, and my thoughts are not aligning. Next thing I know, I’m on my feet, and then I’m leaning over him. He wraps his arm around my waist, but he doesn’t move it, which I find odd.
Most men would throw themselves at a drunk, horny woman, but he’s holding back. I hate that he’s holding back, but I also admire him for it, because I can feel he wants me too.
"Are you still trying to act like a gentleman?" I ask, playfully wrapping my arm around his neck. The alcohol has loosened my mind and I can't resist teasing him further. "I know you're dying to do some really naughty things to me right now, Bran."
His Adam's apple bobs as he swallows, his eyes dark and intense. “You have no idea, Anya. But I like my women consenting.”
Bringing my face closer to his, I feel the heat of his breath on my skin, sending shivers down my spine. "I'm consenting," I whisper.
"You're also drunk," he murmurs, his hands resting lightly on my waist.
I laugh, feeling giddy and reckless, then boldly press my lips against his in a passionate kiss.
CHAPTER 2
Brandon
Temptation takes the form of a red-haired woman, with mesmerizing hazel eyes and a stunning figure. She presses her lips against mine, letting out a soft moan. Her kiss is intoxicating, the hint of alcohol only adding to the desire coursing through me.
Every fiber of my being yearns to intensify the kiss, but I know that giving in will only lead to regret. As much as it pains me, I cannot take advantage of a woman who is drunk and vulnerable.
I pull away from her kiss, holding her up with one hand while my other arm is still wrapped around her waist. She smiles at me, then she collapses on my shoulder, completely knocked out.
Shit, I shouldn’t have suggested the negroni.
I slowly rise to my feet and spin us around before lowering her to my stool and hailing the waiter. He glances suspiciously between me and Anya as he tells me how much my bill is. I can tell what kind of thoughts are going through his head right now. He’s not entirely wrong to think that way; I am aware of some losers who would exploit her vulnerability in a situation such as this.
Grabbing my wallet from my back pocket, I put a few bucks on the bar and show off my Navy SEAL ID “Don’t worry, I’m only taking her home.”
He sighs and I can see the relief in his eyes as he nods.
When he walks away, I tap Anya’s cheeks and try to wake her up, but she’s completely wasted and only mutters some gibberish before she passes out again. I bite back a chuckle. She’s cute.
