AllFreeNovel
Share Us
“There you are! What on earth do you think you’re doing?” she demands, her eyes narrowed in suspicion.
Fuck my life.
My heart lurches, and I quickly concoct a feeble excuse. “I, um, I got lost trying to find the bathroom.”
She scowls, clearly unimpressed, but doesn’t press the issue. Instead, she hands me a tray laden with whiskey glasses. “Take this to the main hall. And try not to get lost again.”
As I accept the tray, I seethe inwardly. This turd of a woman! So high and mighty, acting like some snooty queen. But I swallow my irritation, my focus on the pain in my feet, as I try not to drop the tray. Balancing it carefully, I make my way back to the main hall, inwardly cursing that I’m back to square one.
Shit, shit, shit!
And then it happens. I’ve just stepped through the doorway when I glance up and lock eyes with the most stunning man I’ve ever seen.
Pure power. That and danger.
There’s no other way to describe it. I stop dead in my tracks, my mouth hanging open as I take in the sight of him. He’s impossibly tall and broad-shouldered, his dark hair brushed back from his striking face. His chiseled jawline and full, sensuous lips give him an almost predatory appearance. But it’s his eyes that hold me captive, a fathomless ice blue that seems to suck at my soul.
My breath catches in my throat as I realize he’s staring directly at me. His gaze is unrelenting, making my heart race and my skin flush with heat. It’s as if his eyes are a tangible force, drawing me in and wrapping around me like a sensual caress.
For fuck’s sake Sophia, what are you thinking?
I can’t let myself be swayed by this magnetic stranger. I tear my gaze away and approach him, offering a glass of whiskey from the tray. He takes one, his strong fingers brushing against mine as he does so. The brief contact sends a delicious ripple up my spine, my body responding to his touch with a hunger I’ve never known.
As I turn to walk away, I feel his iron grip on my wrist, yanking me back toward him. The possessive gesture catches me off guard, and I feel a spark of anger flicker within me.
What the hell?
Who does he think he is, treating me like some plaything to be toyed with? When he coolly reaches for another glass without breaking eye contact, I know he’s messing with me, and I want to smack that smug look off his face.
Except the combination of my indignation and the too-small heels I’m wearing throws off my balance, and I stumble forward. As I flail to regain my footing, I accidentally tip the tray I’m holding, sending the remaining glasses of whiskey crashing down onto the man’s impeccably tailored suit.
Oh. My. Fuck!
For a moment, we both freeze, staring at each other in shock. My mind races, searching for a witty retort or a clever escape plan, but all I can think is, Great job, genius.
Let’s just hope he doesn’t have a fondness for impromptu whiskey showers.
His astonishing blue eyes flick from the whiskey-soaked mess to my face, and I brace myself for his fury. But instead, he just laughs – laughs in a way that makes my toes curl, and my core muscles clench. Laughs in a way that has my nipples poking against the lightweight cotton of my dress. It’s a deep, rich sound that totally unnerves me and adds an unexpected twist to the situation.
My cheeks flame with embarrassment and anger, the injustice of the situation washing over me. I have a mission to complete, and now, thanks to this infuriating man, I’m stuck in the center of a humiliating spectacle.
And on top of it all, I’m horny.
Chapter 4
Luka
WHAT REALLY catches my attention is the way she moves. Clumsy, uncoordinated, like a fawn taking her first steps. And yet, there is a certain grace to her movements, a raw sensuality that cannot be denied. She’s wearing a tight black dress that hugs every curve of her body, accentuating her generous assets and slender waist. Her long, dark hair is pulled back into a ponytail that swings between her shoulder blades in a cascading fall.
I watch her as she makes her way around the room, her tray of drinks shaking in her hands. She doesn’t seem to have much skill as a waitress, but there’s something about her that I can’t take my eyes off. Maybe it’s the way she’s trying so hard to do her job, even though she’s clearly nervous. When she disappears from sight for several minutes, I scan the room, trying to pick her out of the crowd. I don’t catch sight of her again until she’s practically on top of me.
“Hey there,” she says, her voice soft and sultry. My cock hardens as if she has her fucking hand in my pants, but I keep my expression neutral.
“Whiskey?” she asked.
I nod, taking the shot she offers me. I can feel the burn of the alcohol as it goes down my throat, but my eyes remain fixed on hers. She’s young, maybe early twenties, and there’s something about the way she looks at me, something vulnerable and watchful. It makes me want to sweep her up and carry her out of here. But it’s not just an urge to keep her safe from the vultures circling in this place; if I had her to myself, that tight-as-fuck dress would be history in under a minute.
As our eyes meet, I’m lost in a sea-green ocean. And when the tip of her tongue sweeps across plump crimson lips, I know there’s no way this woman is leaving here before I’ve had her. I break the heated stare and take in flawless skin, high cheekbones, and a sweep of elegant throat that’s begging me to graze my teeth along it. I look back into those beautiful eyes, knowing it’s unnerving her.
