Page 11 of The Hate Date


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I’ve been with hundreds of coveted women in my forty-seven years on this planet, including models, royalty, pageant winners, CEOs and actresses. So, I consider myself a connoisseur of gorgeous women.

But…I’ve never been so instantly attracted to someone in my life. She’s beyond beautiful. Physically, it’s a no brainer. Holy shit, though. Her magnetic presence draws me in. This woman has an “it” factor that pulls everyone around into her orbit. A quick glance around the restaurant proves my point. Both men and women stare in fascination.

I’ll admit it. I’ve never been so enchanted by a woman I haven’t met. Easily a half hour goes by before I realize I’ve been thoroughly engrossed in all things Clover Callahan. Like every other googly-eyed asshole in this place.

I practically have to force myself to remember I hate everything this woman stands for.

I’m here for a reason.

Add one more.

I want to fuck her. No question. Good God, to bury my face in those soft tits. For a brief moment, I allow myself to imagine spanking that plump ass as I’m pounding into her from behind. How I’d wrap her long hair around my wrist as she deep-throats my cock.

For fuck’s sake. It occurs to me it’s the second time I’ve fantasized about a woman I’ve never even spoken to giving me a blowjob.

This time, though, I’m hard as a pole. In public.

Goddammit. I’m taking back control of my faculties. There’ll be none of that. Not with her.

Not a fucking chance.

I pick up the menu. Decide I might as well grab a bite while I’m here. It’ll give me something to do other than ogle the woman I’m supposed to be here to destroy.

Out of the corner of my eye, I see a flash of pink. My entire body tingles as if I can sense Clover approaching. I keep the menu tilted up to hide my face. Though I’m acutely aware of her getting nearer, I try my best to keep my eyes focused on the entrees.

It’s no use. When I feel prickles of heat skating up my neck, I can’t help but look up.

My eyes lock with hers. One beat. Two beats. Three. Electricity shoots between us. My scalp tingles. My cock stands at full attention.

I want you.

It happens without me even thinking about it. My lips have a goddamn mind of their own. I fucking smile at the beautiful creature staring a hole through my head. Salivating like she wants to devour me.

That look is all it takes for me to get sucked into her vortex.

Until a horrific thought takes hold. Does she recognize me? Did her ex tip her off?

Time stands still as I analyze the situation. My stupid grin freezes in place as our eyes stay locked. Her face reddens. She looks down. Back up at me again, shyly this time.

Hold on. There’s not an ounce of recognition there. She thinks I’m interested in her. She’s merely considering if I’m an option.

I relax immediately. I can handle this situation as easily as breathing.

Her obvious attraction has me reconsidering my options. Perhaps I’ll indulge in the “easier” way to get information out of Clover Callahan. The more pleasurable way.

Oh, I like where this is going. So much. I tip my head and angle my neck slightly in invitation.

Come here, little bunny.

She freezes. Oh, hell yeah. I’m the fox and she’s my prey. Her nipples poke through her shirt like little bullets. Her entire body shudders and she takes a tentative step forward. Bites her delectable lip. Yessssss.

Except she picks up the pace and rushes past me like a flash out the front door.

Shit!

I’m on the phone to Zed in a heartbeat. “She left, follow her,” I demand and hang up.

Confounded, I pick up the menu again. Set it down.

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