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“Are you fucking kidding me?” she erupts, her voice sharp as the cold and the shock from being drenched catch up to her. “You asshole!”
The waitress is quick to apologize, bending down to clean up the mess and calling over another staff member for help. Yet, my attention barely registers the bustling around us. My gaze is drawn irresistibly to the woman.
Her top, now plastered to her skin and so see-through she may as well not have it on, reveals the contours of a white lacy bra covering what promises to be perfect breasts. The sight of which sends an unwelcome surge of desire through me—a reminder of how long it’s been since I’ve had a woman in my bed.
My eyes trace the line of her body, up her graceful neck, to her raised chin with luxurious, shiny dark hair bobbing around it until I finally meet a pair of hazel eyes alight with fury.
Despite the anger in her gaze, a singular thought pierces through the maelstrom of my thoughts—she’s fucking breathtakingly beautiful. My pants are now becoming a little uncomfortable, and my dick is acting like one of those water-dowsing sticks that have found the motherload.
Her eyes lock onto mine, sparking with a mix of anger and disbelief, as if she’s sizing up whether I’m worth the effort of her words. Then, without warning, she launches into me.
“Watch where you’re fucking going!” She seethes, picking garnish off her arms and shoulders. “You may not be aware of this as you seem to be caught up in your own little world on your phone, but this is a bar that’s quite packed. There are other people here—you could’ve seriously hurt someone by not looking where you’re going!”
I’m taken aback by her sharp tongue and the sheer nerve of this slip of a woman standing her ground against me. No one’s talked to me like that in... well, ever.
No one has ever thrown me off balance like this either. She obviously has no clue who I am, or if she does, she doesn’t give a damn, and that irks me, but I can’t deny the intrigue that follows—a spark ignited by her defiance.
As she rages at me, her chest heaves with anger, drawing my eyes once again to her incredible breasts. The cocktails have spread like an invisible force, erasing all traces of the original color of her shirt and leaving only smears of color from the drinks now tattooed onto her skin.
Her shirt is nothing more than a sheer film, revealing the lithe, lean lines of the naked flesh it was meant to conceal.
I’m really starting to feel uncomfortable, and I’m so glad that I wore my shirt over my pants tonight to conceal the fact that my dick is pitching a tent in suddenly too-tight pants.
And fuck if that lacy bra wasn’t designed to tittivate. To make a man want to run his fingers over it, knowing the material would tease the nipples to hard points.
I could all but feel the material brush my hands as I imagined cupping the delectable mounds encased within it.
“Hello!” She snaps her fingers at me. “My face is here!“ She swishes her hand near her face before her eyes narrow suspiciously. “Oh… please don’t tell me that bulldozing me over was your twisted version of a pickup move.” She raises her eyebrows and gives me a disgusted look. “If that’s the case, you’re failing spectacularly.”
That’s it! While weirdly turned on by the little spitfire, her magnificent tits, and her incredible body, she’s starting to push me a bit too far.
“Believe me, if I wanted to get your attention, I’d choose a less... disruptive introduction.” I raise an eyebrow, running my eyes over her suggestively. “Maybe I could say the same for you. Knocking into me in order to grab my attention.” My eyes drop once again to her breasts. “Well, now you’ve grabbed the attention of every man in the bar as well.”
I pat myself on the back for how smooth my attempt at smoothing things over came out, as it belies how I’m feeling inside. I’m bordering on angry at being publicly verbally attacked, intrigued by my verbal attacker, and in a strange territory of not actually knowing how to handle this situation.
While I don’t hit women, the thought of putting this little firecracker over my knee and spanking her makes an alluring picture and my little boy scout down below even harder.
“Oh wow!” She looked at me in amazement. But not the good kind of amazement. The type that states you’re not just an asshole but a fucking dickwad! “Now I know why you stumbled into me. That giant ego and big head of yours must be really tough to carry around. Do you topple over a lot?”
Touche! I think it, but I’m not going to say it out loud. She’s rather mouthy for someone who comes up to my chest. I could pick her up with one hand like she was a feather, yet she’s shown no fear of me whatsoever while her outrage boiled all over me.
I want her more and more while at the same time thinking of the most pleasurable ways I can punish her for her attack.
A man slightly taller than my own six-three walks up to us, shrugging off his jacket and holding it out to her. He looks oddly familiar; his green eyes hold a hint of steel in them, and he carries himself like a man who’s aware of everything around him, but his voice is toned to be non-threatening.
However, there is no doubt in my mind whoever he is, he’s not someone to be taken lightly—he’s dangerous. He stands, blocking her from the leering eyes of the men in the bar, and gives the woman one of those soft, comforting smiles that any other man could see right through.
It was the smile of a predator luring in his prey and doing so with the ease and confidence of an apex predator, which in itself was annoying the shit out of me as he asserted his dominance in my arena. I glance toward Olaf, the biggest of my bouncers, and incline my head.
I want him to watch fuckface as something tells me he is not just here as a night in shining armor—he wanted me to see him.
“Excuse me, miss. I don’t mean to be rude, but you may need this.” Fuckface smiles politely at the woman.
The woman suddenly becomes aware of the full extent of her predicament, and her cheeks flame. She grabs the offered garment, pulling it on with haste.
A glance around the bar pushes my buttons even more when I see how nearly every man in here is noticing her, and I don’t like the way they’re looking at her, either. As I know the thoughts that ran through my mind looking at the little wild cat, I can imagine they’re all thinking it, too.
I’m about to suggest she come to my office as I have a shirt she can wear and a bathroom she can clean up in when my mind is wiped clean of all thoughts.
