Page 8 of Blue Moon

I wanted to hug her and press her banging body against mine, but that was entirely out of the question. What was the proper greeting for a lady? A kiss on the cheek? A high five? Usually, I’d just say, “Let’s go back to my hotel.” Fuck. I’d lied to Beck. I had no idea how to be a gentleman. Just a jackass.

I took her hand and kissed it like a lovesick sap.

Beck and Declan stepped away and proceeded to laugh their asses off. Cocksuckers. I’d deal with them later.

Sol kept smiling at me, then pursing her lips and looking at her feet. I was used to sexually aggressive women wearing cheap perfume, not shy ones with bubbly smiles who smelled like juicy mangoes.

I stared into her beautiful whiskey-colored eyes, trying to think of something witty to say, but she spoke first.

“I have to admit I’m super scared. I’m not great with heights. Or speed. Or turns. Basically, I’m not good with any form of motion.”

I smiled wide and swallowed a laugh. “Well, that’s too bad because I’m all about the motion.”

A flush crept across her cheeks. “Oh gosh, I’m so sorry. I must sound so stupid. I’m a wreck.”

She was nothing like I thought she would be. Based on her pictures, I figured she’d be overly conceited and full of herself. But I didn’t get that vibe from her at all. She seemed shy, sweet, and dare I say—innocent.

I dug her.

“Well, don’t worry, I’ll keep you safe up there. All you have to do is trust me.”

I extended my hand to her, and she took it.

“Sounds good. I trust you.” She paused and then stared into my eyes. “This may sound silly, but I have a feeling that meeting you will be life-changing.”

Oh, one night with me will definitely change your life.

“Oh, it will be, sweetheart. You can count on that.”