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2 Will
WOMEN TURNED IN my direction, left and right. This was my normal.
My mother had said they smelled our money; she was never wrong. It was why I wasn’t interested in relationships and love. Too much damn work was involved trying to weed out the gold diggers. That and, per my father, I only had a few years left to screw around, live my life the way I saw fit before my obligation as a St. James was called into action.
Until then, I’d remain a free man.
Most of the ladies wore white shirts, illuminating their nipples and lace bras under spinning disco balls and flashing lights. No doubt most men would eat that shit up, but not me. I mean yeah, I’d eat it up and then send them home afterward without exchanging phone numbers.
Truth be told, it would take a special woman to become a St. James.
To find one who measured up and obtained Claire St. James’s seal of approval would rank up there with winning the lottery. My mother had the highest of standards, while my father had unattainable expectations. I was destined to remain single for the rest of my life.
Why did I agree to go out tonight?
And to a nightclub no less.
Anytime my dad lectured me about smart investing, it sent me into a sinkhole with a bottle of ten-year-old scotch. But not tonight. Jason was in town and wanted to get laid.
Whenever my old college roommate visited, I always felt obligated to do as he wished. I loved the guy like a brother when I didn’t hate him, which was more often the case. So why feed his ego and let him dictate what I did? Because Jason Sayton rarely showed his face in town, and right now, I didn’t hate him. The night was still young for those feelings to change.
My dick twitched to life when an exotic brunette brushed up against me. I’d experienced such calculated moves many times before. I raked my eyes over her curvy body. Thick hips, a solid triple-D cup… and not my type at all. She’d be perfect for a quick fuck in the bathroom, no talking and no commitments. My cock twitched again when she rubbed her ass on my thigh.
“Oh, I’m so sorry.” Bootylicious fluttered her eyelashes. I bet she was sorry, about as sorry as my cock was for thinkingbend over.Yeah, I was a cynical bastard.
“What’s that?” I yelled over the music. This wasn’t my first rodeo, but I’d play along.
“I didn’t mean to bump into you,” she hollered back, leaning into me.
“No problem. It felt good.” I winked. What I said was the straight-up truth. A round ass bumping into my thigh put all kinds of vulgar thoughts in my head.
Her smile widened as she pressed hervoluptuousbody to mine. “Yeah? Tell me more.”
I was about to suggest taking a stroll to the ladies’ lounge when a petite blonde walked in wearing a red skin-tightdress and lips to match. I watched her scan the room, tugging on her earring, looking every bit out of place as a kindergartener. She approached the bar nervously, and my heart quickened. Pouty lips, gorgeous blue eyes… Shewasmy type.
I turned back toward the exotic nymph, ready to wipe the blonde beauty out of my mind with thighs of steel wrapped around my waist, but the Latina was gone. I searched the dance floor desperate to find her, aching to pound into her against a wall—any wall.
“Where did she go?” I craned my neck to see over the tops of partygoers.
“Who?” Jason asked. A cute Asian woman was cozied up to his side, looking enthralled to be with him. Poor thing didn’t know he was a dirtbag. He might look good on the outside, wearing my designer clothes and ordering drinks at the bar on my tab, but the dude was a poser.
“The dark-haired woman. I turned away for a second and she was gone.”
“Tough break.” Jason gazed passed me, and I knew exactly where his eyes landed.
In a moment of haste or maybe panic, and with a protectiveness I’dneverfelt before, I bolted toward the blonde beauty. The son of a bitch wouldn’t tarnish the lady in red. Jason flipped me off from across the bar.
I returned the bird, smirking at him. The asshole didn’t know a thing about love or respect; no way would I leave this innocent in his path.
“Hi. Can I buy you a drink?” I displayed my million-dollar smile.
“You sure can!” a different blonde answered.
“What would you like?” I asked like a dumbass, as the woman of my dreams faded back behind her…friend? “What about you, beautiful?”
She stared at me; the corner of her lip curled but she didn’t answer. Seconds passed, and a swell ofsomethinglodged in my throat as we gazed into each other’s eyes.
“She’ll have a vodka cranberry, Grey Goose, if you’re as classy as you look,” the other woman answered. “I’ll have a gin and tonic. What’s your name?” The chatty friend was stealing the show, and it pissed me off. If I was going to get anywhere with the sweet cherry-red princess, I’d have to play nice with the friend, faking it until I got the approving glance between them.
