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A woman I knew was in a popular tv show went up to him as I was filling a water pitcher. She said something and he threw his head back and laughed. Immediately, my insides tightened. Something like jealousy slithering through me.
Because I wanted that laugh to only belong to me.
What the fuck was wrong with me?
His laughter was warm and amused, weaving through the air like a soft breeze on a summer day.
I was completely captivated by it.
Finally, I couldn’t delay it any longer, and I approached the table, a tray with a decanter of water trembling in my hands. He was lounging effortlessly on the bench, commanding the space around him. The closer I got, the more I began to truly see him.
I’d always had a thing for guys with dark hair and green eyes. I blamed it on the crush I had as a child in the group home. I had a type, and I didn’t venture far from it…case in point: Clark.
But this guy was like my fantasy on crack. My naughtiest day dream come to life. The walking embodiment of allure.
His dark, tousled hair was like a midnight storm, a stark contrast against his golden-tan skin that seemed kissed by the sun's rays. His eyes, a mesmerizing shade of green framed by long, dark lashes, held a hint of mischief and a touch of danger.
Even with his clothes on, the fact that he was rocking a very well-built—if not perfect—physique couldn't be concealed. He was wearing a crisp white V-neck shirt that clung to his sculpted chest, accentuating every sinew and curve. A black cross necklace hung from his neck, drawing attention to the chiseled contours of his collarbone. His wrists were adorned with an array of bracelets, and they jingled softly as he moved.
My body had an instinctive reaction to his presence, a primal response that I couldn’t control. As his gaze locked onto mine, a wicked glint in his forest green eyes, my nipples hardened beneath my clothing, electric charges zooming across my skin. My core softened, aching with a need that pulsed with every beat of my heart. I could feel the undeniable wetness between my thighs, an unbidden response to the raw attraction he exuded.
I was caught in a lusty spell, one that left me breathless and craving his touch.
I was aching for him. Desperate. I—
“Hi,” he murmured, and my panties were freaking soaked.
His voice was a sensual caress, a velvety whisper that sent shivers dancing along my skin.
I opened my mouth several times to respond, but I was worried all that would come out was a moan.
“Hi,” I finally stuttered, inwardly wincing at how freaking lame I was.
My phone buzzed against my thigh. Reminding me Ihada sweet, sexy boyfriend. I had a feeling that the man lounging in front of me could do far more damage to my heart than Clark ever could.
Not that there was a chance in flying hell this kind of guy would ever be interested in me. I mean…what had I been saying?
I realized then that the handsome stranger’s amused gaze had transformed into a blazing furnace of hunger. It was as if he was undressing me with his eyes, his imagination running wild with all the ways he could claim my body right then and there.
I'd read about these kind of men in countless romance novels, where they were portrayed as the elusive dream, the kind of alpha male perfection that left you yearning to throw caution to the wind and surrender to their charm. I’d always thought they didn’t exist, that they were just characters on pages, figments of an author's imagination.
Yet, here before me was the living embodiment of that fantasy. A stranger who you knew—one night with him could be the stuff of dreams, an unforgettable encounter that would leave you breathless and forever changed.
YOU HAVE A BOYFRIEND, a voice screamed in my head.
I understood that…it’s just I was having trouble remembering his name at the moment.
* * *
Ari
She was like a lightning strike, breaking my fucking heart with her beauty. She had me and every other guy—and girl—in the room doing double takes.
I immediately wanted to gouge out all their eyes with the fork on the table in front of me.
Mine, my insides–and my dick–were screaming.
And honestly, it was all I could do to keep that crazy fucker down.
