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My eyebrows raise involuntarily. “Innuendo? Oh, that’s right, I forgot you’re a big fancy lawyer using them big words.”
“I don’t know about fancy?—”
“That’s a twenty-thousand-dollar watch, sweetheart.” I drop my voice. “Should be careful wearin’ shit like that around here.”
“Thirty, but who’s counting.” She pauses. “Are you saying you won’t come to my rescue like a knight in shining armor if someone tries anything?”
The way she raises those perfectly sculpted brows… Her eyes, have I never noticed they’re green before?
I snort. “Got more than a baseball bat back here, that’s for fuckin’ sure, but somethin’ tells me you’ve got more than a lipstick in that purse.”
“Touche.” She finishes the rest of her drink—her eyes never leaving mine—sets it down on the bar and says, “Want to fuck?”
My eyes widen. I glance over at the two other people at the bar, but they’re too far away to hear.
I clear my throat.
Holy fucking shit.
Is she for real?
“Need to take the edge off, Angel?”
“Something like that.” Her eyes drop down my body, and fuck me if she doesn’t lick her lips. “And you’re just what the doctor ordered.”
“You sure that’s not the booze talkin’?”
She snorts. “Does it matter?”
I lean closer. “You sure you’re ready for me? Nice girls like you shouldn’t be in a bar like this.”
“Well, it’s the nice girls that have all the moves and give great head, but if you want to just wallow here in your big ol’ bar?—”
“The bar is closed!” I call, turning my head to the few patrons remaining. “Let’s go, people.”
The smile on her face tells me she thinks she’s won, but I’m only just getting warmed up.
CHAPTER
TWO
Payden
Logan isn’t like other men. I know this because I’ve been studying him for a while.
When I say studying, I mean ogling the shit out of him because he’s hot. I like older guys, and he is just the perfect amount of brawn with a strong, toned body and big arms. He’s tall and wide-set, just like his brothers, but bigger. His chest is solid, and he stands at six-five. Hot. Then there’s his smart mouth, not that Logan is very verbose, in fact, some would say he barely has anything to say, but that’s what makes him all the more appealing. He has this authority about him that screams alpha, but I know he won’t hurt me. And I’ll be frank, I’ve been checking him out for what feels like an eternity. We’re both single, so why not make a night of it?
When he kicks the patrons out of the bar suddenly, panic hits me.
Especially when those piercing green eyes meet mine. “You sure you wanna rumble, Angel?”
Holy fuck, his low drawl is enough to whip my panties right off without him having to do anything. The fact he thinks I’mfancy is laughable; I may have rich parents, but that doesn’t make me fancy, it just makes me rich.
“Are you sure you know what that tongue is for, bartender?”
I don’t even have time to blink before he jumps over the bar to my side, then hauls me up over his shoulder. True caveman style. I shriek. “Logan!”
He spanks my ass. “That was for callin’ me ‘bartender’ for the second time tonight.”
