Total pages in book: 27
Estimated words: 24931 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 125(@200wpm)___ 100(@250wpm)___ 83(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 24931 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 125(@200wpm)___ 100(@250wpm)___ 83(@300wpm)
My cell vibrates angrily on the counter, violently shaking me from my daydreaming. I glance over and see it’s a message from Roxy, the last of my girls who’s convinced herself she’s was an actual ex-girlfriend. I already feel the anger rising in me. She’s been texting non-stop since I stopped seeing her, acting like I owe her something. Like we were more than just a casual thing.
I don’t owe her jack. And I sure as hell don’t feel like wasting more of my time reminding her of that. I ignore the message, then swipe it into the trash. I am not in the mood to deal with her right now.
I grab the whiskey bottle again and top off my glass, then take another fiery drink. No matter what I do, my thoughts circle back to Tammy. That splinter in my mind that I can’t seem to get at. And I’m starting to get seriously pissed that she’s having this kind of effect on me.
I’ve always gotten what I want by one means or another. Women fall at my feet like I’m a movie star, but Tammy’s reaction was different. It was like she was afraid. Maybe unimpressed. Maybe that’s why I find her so fucking irresistible.
When I wake up the next morning, the first thing on my mind is Tammy.
It’s sick. She’s taken over my thoughts like a virus. Her young, soft, enticing curves and her shy, beautiful eyes are all I can see. The way she looked away when she first caught me staring at her–those images burn through my mind like a wildfire. I hate to admit it, but I need to see her again. I need to be close to her. See if that connection I felt to her last night is actually real or just some kind of trick on my mind.
I grab my leather jacket, head out the door, and hop on my bike. There are a thousand other things I should be doing today with the gang, but I just can’t seem to shake these thoughts of Tammy. The splinter in my spine, placed there by her. The gravitational pull back to the bar. To her.
The short ride to Jayne’s feels absurdly long. Like every minute that goes by is a wasted minute I could be spending close to her. When I pull into lot outside the bar, I see her through the window, standing behind the counter. Maybe I’m just imagining things, but she looks like she’s waiting for me.
She doesn’t notice me when I first step inside, but I’m not bothered. I just lean up against the wall and watch her as she bends over the counter, wiping it with a rag as she talks to a customer. I’m almost jealous of her giving another male her attention, but it’s just an old man well past his prime. There’s no way she’s interested in him.
She’s wearing a pair of skin-tight black jeans and a faded black T-shirt that looks like it came from my closet. Her breasts bounce as she makes circles with her arm, causing a rush of blood to my cock. I’m getting hard fast. My heartrate is jacked. I can feel that magnetic pull again, like an invisible chain linked to each of us, pulling me closer and closer…
When Tammy finally looks up and catches my eye, I can feel time slow down. This time, she doesn’t look away. She holds my gaze without hesitation. Her lips part ever so slightly, and I swear I can see her pulse beating heavy through the creamy white skin of her neck. That desperate thirst is rising between us again. The same thirst I felt when I saw her last night.
I start to walk over to her, and the low hum of the bar fades into the background as I grow closer. She stands there, her innocent eyes locked on me, as if she’s waiting for me to act.
When I reach the counter, I don’t say anything. I don’t need to. I just lean in close and inhale, filling my lungs with her pheromones that instantly get me high like a predator that’s caught scent of its prey. I watch her body for any reaction. Her hand trembles slightly as she reaches for a glass.
She’s nervous.
Good.
She’s feeling what I’m feeling, which makes this so fucking fun.
I lean closer, my voice coming out sharp like the sharp edge of a blade. “Tammy, right?” I ask, low and sexy, the tone that drives women wild.
Her eyes flicker. She can’t hide that she feels special I remembered her name. But that same hesitation from last night reappears. Only it’s slightly different. She doesn’t look like she wants to pull away or hide. She looks like she wants to give in. Submit.
“You’re still here,” I say, my lips twisting into a crooked grin. “Shouldn’t a good girl like you be somewhere else?”