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Bradford leaned back in his chair, lacing his hands behind his head. Violet rolled her eyes.
“What?” the man asked, looking down at her.
“I’m pretty sure you just gave that group of women over there simultaneous orgasms with that move.”
He blinked. “What women?”
Violet pointed off to the direction of the jukebox. “Them. The ones over there practically killing me with their eyes because I’m sitting here with you three and, I’m betting, trying to get up the courage, or the alcohol, to approach.”
He followed her finger and grunted before putting his arms down on the table and leaning forward.
“I’m not trying to get their attention.” Bradford looked around the table.
“Honey, you don’t have to try. None of you do. You’re like pussy magnets.”
Livingston cocked an eyebrow. “Pussy magnets?”
She waved a hand in the air. “Whatever you want to call it. You three walk in, women, and probably some men drop their pants or are ready to hit their knees.” She pushed up her glasses once more and pointed at each of them. “You scream money, power, alpha assholishness, and make people wonder about how good the sex is going to be. And for a few of the women, if they will be the one to change you.”
Bradford’s and Livingston’s expressions made her laugh. “Look at you two, fucking scared.” She took another drink. “You have to know how you affect a room?”
“We’re married.” Livingston inched closer, reaching for the bottle of whiskey and topping off his drink.
“And so many don’t care.”
Bradford scowled. “They can have Hastings.”
“There you go then,” she said, finishing the rest of her drink. “I’ll be back, and if you three are gone when I get back, I’ll figure you two ran and Mr. Broody over there is off taking someone up on their offer. Or someones.” She pushed to her feet, scanned the bar and set off for the restroom.
Waylaid by numerous men, she let them all down. Perhaps on a different night she would have taken one of them up on it, but right then she needed the bathroom. And that previous option was before Hastings Rhodes had burst into her life. Now, another man held zero appeal for her.
After relieving her bladder and washing up, she went to open the door, but her exit was blocked by a towering dark-haired warrior. Hastings stood there, eyes banking a fire she knew wouldn’t take long to rage.
“You know this is the bathroom, right?”
He stepped into her, pushing her back until they were in the bathroom together. Never taking his eyes off her, he reached behind him and locked the door.
“We need to get one thing straight, Curls.”
Damn his voice was lethal.
Still, she wasn’t a shrinking violet. Arching an eyebrow, she waited.
“You. Belong. To. Me.”
Hastings had had enough. This woman, who’d he’d known for two days, and not even two complete ones, had set his world upside down. Not only that, she’d set it on fucking fire. He’d wanted nothing more than to rip the heads off each male who tracked her with his gaze. Snap the necks of ones who’d dared stop and talk to her in half.
His brothers had done nothing but sat there smugly watching him while he’d grunted and rumbled as she’d walked away. When the women approached, they’d waved them in his direction and he’d snarled—probably resembling a rabid dog—at them before shoving his chair back from the table.
And he’d gone after her. He’d waited for her to open the bathroom door but hadn’t been able to let her leave the room, so he’d backed her into the single bathroom and locked the door behind him.
She blinked and looked at him. “I belong to you?”
There was a sting to her tone that made his cock hard. Everything about this woman pulled at him.
Every.
Fucking.
Thing.
“Yes.” Damn it, his voice was still low and growly. His fingertips itched to grab her and yank her against him, but he locked his limbs.
“You seem to think that because I said it was a shame you were a military man, because I would have liked to have fucked you, it means we are destined to be?” She clucked her tongue at him. “Or are you just riding the highs that come with your last name and think that will get you what you want because you said it?”
The bite in her tone was cold and lined with barbs, but he could have sworn she had reached out and cupped his cock before stroking it.
“No,” he snipped at her. “What makes you mine is that the second you sashayed your ass into that office and growled at me something inside me snapped. Between us. From you to me. It’s dangerous to ignore what’s right in front of you. I’m telling you now, I want you.”
Hastings backed her up to the sink and lifted her so she perched on the small counter. Then he wedged himself between her legs.
