The sign overhead says Callie’s Bar. Advertisements outside promise cheap shots, rowdy music, and girls dancing on the bar. It sounds just about right.
“You good with that?” I turn to Liam. No need to ask. The devilish grin on his face is answer enough.
“Let’s do this.” Liam claps his hands together.
People spill out onto the streets. Music pours out of the bar as patrons yell, shout, and grind. The three of us walk in, pushing past the press of people while we head for the bar.
“What’s up handsome?” A pretty woman with golden skin and coffee eyes, takes our order. I hand her a fifty up front.
“Tequila shots for me and my friends.”
“Sure thing.” Her mischievous eyes twinkle. “Body shots?”
“Perhaps in a bit.” I peel off another fifty and boldly tuck it in her cleavage, letting my fingertips linger half a second too long.
Her eyes round and her pupils dilate. Give it another few seconds and I bet I can get her to take me to the back for a quick one-and-done fuck.
“You got it, handsome.” She plucks the fifty from her cleavage and shoves it deep in the back pocket of her denim shorts.
While I consider pushing for that trip to the back room, that tickling sensation returns. I glance around the room, but see nothing out of the ordinary, until a flash of white catches my eye.
A crackle of energy whips through the air. A beautiful woman with white-blonde hair and golden eyes stares at me from the back of the room. Like a punch in the gut, I stagger as a bolt of lightning shoots through me.
I turn away to catch my breath and focus on the here and now. Plenty of women have stared at me in my life, but none with ferocity and hunger like that.
The bartender slides over a shot of tequila and I slam it down before turning around for a double-take. Sure as shit, the woman’s still staring.
I blink, and convince myself this weird pulsation isn’t real, but the captivating woman continues to stare. It’s not a come hither stare of attraction. It’s angry and full of the same shock coursing through my veins. As if, she likes what she sees when looking at me, yet hates herself for it as well.
Odd.
And not the usual vibe I get from women. For the most part, they’re hungry and eager, not pissed off with full, kissable lips pressed into an angry line.
Why the hell would she be pissed at me?
Once she realizes I return her stare, she quickly schools her features, turning that anger into an expressionless mask. She turns to a pretty latino chick standing besides her and whispers in her ear. The latino turns toward me, takes me in, then gives a curt nod.
They’re talking about me.
I look over at Liam, but he’s already talking up some chick. Wolfe scores a seat at the bar. He watches a girl dancing over him on the bar, and shamelessly looks up her skirt. With that wolfish grin fixed on his face, no doubt the two of them will be hooking up tonight. He waves over the bartender, points to something on a bar menu, then grins at the chick shaking her ass with all she’s got.
With my team suitably entertained, I turn my attention back to my white-haired beauty. Only she’s no longer there.
What an odd exchange.
Younger than me, but not by much, she’s older than the college co-eds packed shoulder to shoulder inside this bar. Curious, I head over to see if I can track her down. A woman like that is hard to lose sight of in a bar.
Then I spy her near the jukebox. Nifty little trick there, getting the patrons to pay for the music blaring over the speakers. Slowly, I wind my way between gyrating bodies, picking my path with determination through the crowded bar.
She turns her back to me, but from the set of her shoulders, she knows I’m coming. Nice way to lure me in, but she doesn’t know I’m a master at this game.
I take my time, pause to do a little bump and grind on the dance floor with an eager college chick whose eyes turn to saucers when I move in. It’s short-lived, however, as I don’t stay there long, not when my attention spikes on the woman with the snow white hair.
My relentless approach doesn’t go unnoticed. While my quarry acts like she’s unaware of me closing in, her body telegraphs everything until I read her like a book.
Well, I did say I was bored. This is definitely spicing things up. To say I’m intrigued is an understatement. As for my quarry, her skin-tight dress hugs all her curves while leaving the smooth expanse of her back bare. No bra. I like that.
And from the way that red dress hugs her tight ass, I’m pretty sure she’s wearing absolutely nothing underneath. I eat up every sensual detail of her bare skin, eager to feel the heat of her body beneath my hands.
She leans against the jukebox, perusing the songs, keeping her back to me. I walk up behind her, lean in close, and sweep the hair off her shoulder until the pearly white skin of her neck beckons.
“Pick something slow, pumpkin.”
A tiny shiver ripples down her spine as my hot breath rushes over her skin, but her spine stiffens and her shoulders roll back. Very slowly, she pivots in her five-inch fuck-me heels. Her head barely reaches my shoulder, which means the broad expanse of my chest is all she sees.
Slowly, her head tips back. Her graceful neck arches. My breath hitches while waiting for her to drag her gaze up my body. The urge to bend down and lick the delicate arch of her neck overwhelms me.
I reach, intent on grabbing her by the waist, when her golden gaze finally reaches my eyes. My hand stops less than an inch from her skin.
Mesmerizing.
I expect her golden eyes to swim with desire and simmer with lust, but those pretty eyes are hard, cold, and brittle. It’s a shock to my system, but then her gaze softens as she takes in my face.
“Now why would I want to pick something slow? Especially when I like it hard and fast.” Low and sultry, she issues an invitation laced in a challenge
I lean in and dip down until my lips are at her ear. “So I can hold you close, of course. Lick that elegant neck of yours. Suck on your ear. And kiss you until you forget how to breathe.” When I pull back, a smile comes to my face. “If you like it hard and fast, I can do that too.”
Her golden eyes swim with lust and spark with desire. It takes a moment before she realizes it, but then she blinks and takes a step back.
“Does that work on all the girls? I’m surprised you haven’t asked me out back for a quick fuck while we’re at it.”
“I’m not opposed to that.” Actually, I’m more and more interested as the seconds pass.
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