Page 5 of Beautiful Killer

I don’t know why, but mine did the same. My pulse picked up speed.

“Zeke, I’m going to ask you a question,” she said finally, voice soft, a slight husk to it that hit me in the gut. “Your answer will decide my fate tonight.”

I had no idea what she was talking about. Her hand moved from her glass and curled around my forearm. I jolted, like she shocked me. That, combined with her wide eyes locked on mine, and I was frozen in place.

“I’ve never done this before . . . but, there’s something about you . . . and I . . .” She took a deep breath. “Would you like to . . . I was wondering if you . . .”

I held my breath. No goddamn way was she going to ask me to . . .

“Come home with me tonight . . .” she finished.

I still wasn’t fucking breathing.

She stared at me, brows raised, a hopeful expression on her face. “Zeke?”

I should back off, let her walk out of here and forget this ever happened.

But I couldn’t do it.

For some messed up reason this beautiful, sexy, vibrant woman, wanted me. She wanted to feel my mouth, my scarred, rough-as-hell hands on her perfect skin. Shit, maybe I was dreaming. Maybe this wasn’t even real.

Her fingers slid from my arm, taking her warmth from me.

Real. So fucking real.

She bit her lip, disappointment replacing hope, and started to rise from her stool, about to get up and walk off. If that happened, I’d more than likely never see her again.

My mouth opened before I knew I was doing it. “Yes.”