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“Are you as turned on as I am right now?” he growls and licks his lips, and for a few seconds, I wonder how such a good-looking guy can be such an idiot. Why are all men disappointing me right now?
“I am not interested.”
“Baby, don’t you want to feel my?—”
“The lady says she’s not interested.” I feel him beside me as he speaks, and I know without looking that it’s Zeus. My body tingles just by his presence. I look up, and it is him. He’s standing there, looking down at the other guy. “Now, back off.” He grabs my hand and pulls me away from Mr. Gym Rat toward the back of the bar, and I wonder if my fantasy is somehow coming true. It feels nice that he found me and that he’s acting like my protector. Even though I don’t even know his name. Maybe tonight, I will allow myself to pretend I have no stress. It’s not like they won’t be waiting for me in the morning. “Another douche canoe, I see.” Zeus winks at me as we walk away, and my heart flutters. I’m not sure where he’s taking me, and I’m not sure that I care.
4
Jackson
I drag the cute brunette to the back of the bar. I don’t know what I’m doing, but she caught my attention the second she entered the bar with her friend. I’m not sure why. It’s not like she’s dressed for a night out clubbing with her friends in her jeans and plaid shirt. But maybe that’s why I’m drawn to her. She is effortlessly beautiful. I noticed that immediately. I’d been taken aback when she disappeared as I approached her to buy her a drink. Women never run away from me. I thought she was like Cinderella disappearing into the night.
Her hand feels small and warm in mine and she pulls it away from me as we stop near one of the exit doors. She looks up at me, her brown eyes wide as she stares at me. Her long black hair is curly around her shoulders and she brushes it away from her chest and behind her shoulders. My eyes linger on the valley between her breasts. Her shirt is unbuttoned, exposing a large sample of tanned skin, and something stirs in my stomach.
“You didn’t have to rescue me,” she says, jutting her chin up, though there’s a whisper of a smile on her lips. “I was handling it.”
“Dude almost had his hands in the back of your jeans,” I say, glancing at her lips. “I wanted to make sure that you were okay.”
“I appreciate it.” She smiles shyly. “A bit over protective of someone you don’t know, but?—”
“Maybe I want you to be someone I do know,” I say and chuckle as she blushes. She runs her fingers through her hair and looks down slightly, and I know I’ve got her. It’s as easy as pie. “Do you want to dance?” I reach for her hand, grab it, and pull her into me before she can answer. Her curls fall forward again, and I push them back behind her ear as I move back and forth. She hesitates for a moment and then starts dancing as well. She moves effortlessly, and I can’t help but admire how she seems to be one with the music. She pulls her hands back and starts spinning around, and I try to keep up with her. Ethan and the others are likely wondering where I am, but tonight, I need to be with a stranger. I don’t want to think about my dad, or business, or anything that requires brain cells. I also don’t want to be with a woman who knows who I am, and I can tell this lady, whoever she is, has no clue.
The song changes to one of Ed Sheeran’s many tunes and she starts jumping up and down, the excitement evident in her voice as she sings along to the song. She has a nice voice, but I can tell she’s not singing to impress, but rather because she just enjoys the song. I debate inviting her to karaoke with me and the others, but this isn’t about making her a part of my group or life. This is just about enjoying a moment with a beautiful stranger.
“You have a beautiful voice,” I say as I grab her and pull her back into me. She doesn’t resist as I hold her around the waist. I can feel her trembling against me, and I run my fingers down the side of her arm.
“I bet you say that to all the ladies.”
“Perhaps.” I laugh. “Want a drink?”
She nods. “I am dying for a drink.”
“Then what are we waiting for?” I grab her hand again, and we glide toward the bar. I find an empty spot and signal to the bartender, who heads over immediately. Smart man. “What would you like?”
“Surprise me.” She licks her lips and I feel another stirring in my stomach. This lady is effortlessly sexy, and I haven’t felt this drawn to a woman in years. I don’t even know her name.
“I can do that,” I say. “In many ways.”
“Oh, yeah?” She nods her head and raises an eyebrow. “What sort of ways?” She blushes and looks down again, which surprises me. So, she’s not a natural flirt. Interesting.
“All the ways that matter.” I turn to the bartender. “Two shots of your best vodka, and then I’ll have an old-fashioned and a porn star martini for the beautiful lady.”
“Are you calling me a porn star?” she asks with a giggle. I shake my head, my eyes taking in her long, slender neck. Her fingers are playing with her hair again, and my cock stirs. I want to feel those fingers on me. I want to see those red fingernails digging into my skin. I want to see that black curly hair trailing on my lower abdomen and thighs as she takes me deep into her mouth.
“Never.” I wink as I hand her one of the shots the bartender has made and hold my glass up toast. “To new friendships and where the night may bring us.”
“I think I know where you want the night to lead us,” she says before downing the shot. “To tonight, Zeus.”
“Zeus?” I ask her in confusion.
“That’s my name for you.” She laughs. “You remind me of a Greek god.”
“So then, I guess I shall call you Aphrodite.” I lean forward and press my lips against her ear. “You are a goddess of sexual love and beauty.” She shivers, and the scent of her hair takes back as it presses against my lips. It smells like juicy peaches, and a warm fuzzy feeling gathers in my heart. As a child, the smell of cooking peaches always delighted me. It meant that Cook was making peach cobbler, my most favorite of desserts. And Cook had been my most favorite of people. And I had been her favorite Pruitt, a fact she’d told me almost every week. Not that there was much of a contest.
“More like Brokeodite.” She makes a face and then shakes her head. “Focus on the positive,” she whispers under her breath like some sort of mantra, and I wonder if I should just back away. She’s cute, but she’s acting a bit odd and I don’t know if I am intrigued by it or should see it as a warning sign. She’s unlike every other woman I’ve met, and I’m not sure how to take that. When flirting with me, women are typically bold and like lionesses on the prowl when they see they have my attention. This lady initially fled, and I’m not sure if this is some sort of cat-and-mouse game she’s playing with me or if this is her unique personality.
“There you are, Zara.” The cute woman with big blue eyes comes running over to her friend, followed by a tall, lanky man who looks like he doesn’t really want to be here. So, Aphrodite’s real name is Zara; it suits her.
