Total pages in book: 49
Estimated words: 46095 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 230(@200wpm)___ 184(@250wpm)___ 154(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 46095 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 230(@200wpm)___ 184(@250wpm)___ 154(@300wpm)
I mean, I was still young, relatively speaking, gainfully employed doing what I loved which was teaching finance. I had a ton of cash saved up from my Wall Street days, I was single, and I kept in great shape. And yet, there hadn’t been a woman in, fuck, I don’t even know how long. It just hadn’t interested me. No woman had really grabbed my attention in a long ass time.
Lake Drive was relatively quiet that night, even though a couple of sports bars and a few rows of popular apartments for upperclassman made it a hot spot for the college crowd. But there was also Rory’s, which had been my spot for years, and always had an older-enough crowd and a un-hip enough vibe to keep the college masses away.
Well, except for that night. That night, I walked up to something between mardi gras and a comic-con spilling out of Rory’s all over the sidewalk. I’d scowled when Sean, the bouncer, had shrugged sympathetically at me and the huge crowd of college kids behind.
“Did I somehow not know it’s Halloween?” I’d growled.
“Nah, just a costume party,” Sean had grumbled right back, passing me a mask. “And they’ve got drink specials tonight. Owners wanted to try something new I guess.”
“Great.”
But fuck it, I was already there. And the crowd really wasn’t that bad. Minimal “frat bros,” and as much as I’d like to claim it, a saint I am not, and the sheer amount of barely-there costumes and co-ed skin on display was certainly better than the usual crowd of drunks.
Nothing wrong with looking, I told myself, slipping the mask Sean had given me on as I grabbed a whiskey from the bartender.
Nothing wrong with looking.
That is, until I didn’t look, turned sharply, and bumped right into her.
Her.
I swore as the whiskey dumped against my shirt, but as the girl tumbled into my arms, suddenly, I didn’t give a shit about my spilled drink. My arms circled her small, tight little body on instinct, the glass shattering to the ground at our feet. Dark chestnut hair spilled against my chest, the scent of her filling my senses and suddenly sending me reeling, every muscle in my body tensing as the smell of her fucking hooked me. She gasped as she looked into my face, and I damn near lost myself in those big blue piercingly gorgeous eyes behind the mask.
Dark brown hair, lithe figure, legs for fuckin days under the tiny, flirty little schoolgirl skirt. She blinked quickly, her cheeks flushed red and pouty soft lips parted.
“Sorry,” she breathed, her chest rising and falling under her skimpy little top.
“Didn’t see you.” I grumbled.
Her hands gripped my arms tight through my shirt, and her fingers tightened as she glanced behind her through the crowd, her brow wrinkling with worry. My own brow furrowed as I recognized the fear in her eyes.
“Hey, are you okay—”
She whirled back, looked me right in the eye, and before I could say a damn thing, she’d thrown her arms around my neck, leaned up, and fuckin’ kissed me.
Maybe a better man would’ve not kissed her back. Maybe a man thinking with the right head would have stopped, realized he was a professor at the local college in a bar full of college students, and put two-and-two together to get “bad fucking idea.” But like I said, I was hooked the second she crashed into me. I was addicted from the moment I smelled her shampoo, or pheromones, or whatever the fuck it was that’d clawed its way under my skin and wasn’t letting go.
I didn’t pull back. I didn’t tell her no. I didn’t walk away.
I fucking kissed her back. Hard. Hard enough that I think I surprised her, her gasp trembling into my lips as my hands slid around her body and yanked her into me. The crowds swirled around us in the dark of the bar, but to me, the rest of the world faded away when I tasted those lips.
Slowly, she opened her lips for my tongue, moaning quietly as I claimed her mouth. She kissed me back, her body slowly melting into mine and her fingers tightening on my shirt sleeves. The blood roared through my ears, and my cock throbbed rock hard, tenting my jeans as I pulled her against me. This was nothing like me, and not at all the way I operated. But like I said, something about her had me fucking hooked.
I yanked her into my arms, my hands dropping down to that sweet little ass and grabbing it like it was mine. She whimpered as I pulled her up into me, her legs going around my waist and her body trembling against mine as I pushed the crowd out of the way. I didn’t even stop kissing her as I stormed down the back hallway of the place, or when I kicked open one of the bathroom doors to find two girls dressed like mermaids doing coke off the bathroom sink.