Page 57 of Brutal Sin
“Where do you want to sit?” She glanced around the room, eyeing the booths along the back wall, then the cushion-lined sofas near the front windows, her attention finally coming to rest at the stools lining the bar. “Should we stay close to the booze?”
“That sounds like a good idea.” A fucking brilliantplan.
She continued forward while he hung back, waiting in case those gravity-defying heels slipped out from beneath her as she slid onto the closest stool.
“So, tell me your type.” He positioned himself beside her and swung around to face the room. It took less than five seconds to deem every guy here as an unworthy conquest. “What are you lookingfor?”
“Well…” She followed, placing her back to the bar. “Sexually speaking, I want someone confidentand—”
“I know what you need sexually.” The reminder was a mental stroke along his dick. “What are you after outside the bedroom? I’m talkin’ looks, income, race, religion.”
“None of that matters tome.”
“Looks don’t matter?” He raised a fuck-off brow. “Looks always matter.”
She shrugged and jutted her chin to the left. “The guy in the back is attractive.”
“The one with the Van Dyke beard?”
“Yeah. I don’t mind a bit of facial scruff.”
His hand itched with the need to palm his jaw. He’d bet she’d prefer a full beard when it was grazing the sensitive flesh of her inner thighs. “How about his wedding ring? Does that botheryou?”
Her nose wrinkled, her gaze snapping to his. “How did you even noticethat?”
“It’s not what you notice, it’s what you need to look for. Wedding bands or a tan line on the appropriate finger are a good place to start.”
She nodded and sat up straight, ever the eager student. “Whatelse?”
He became fascinated by the way her attention strayed around the room, scoping potential lovers. “The guy you’re looking for will be paying you attention. Watching you. Trying to work you out before you even noticehim.”
Just like Iam.
She continued with her search, her shoulders drooping moments later. “Well, I guess I’m out of luck.” She turned to face him. “Nobody in here is looking atme.”
He wasn’t going to prove her wrong. Pointing out all the men who’d already mentally stripped that dress from her body was a conversation for later. When he’d had enough time to determine who would be the right fit for her. “It’s early. Don’t give upyet.”
She nodded, the defeat still a slight groove between her brows. He itched to smother the expression. Wipe it away. With his hands, his mouth, hisdick.
Goddammit.
“What do you want to drink?” He yanked his gaze away and raised a hand to call the bartender.
“Tequila sunrise, please.”
He placed the order and focused on the drink preparation to ensure he didn’t drag her ass out of here for his own fulfillment. He’d already started contemplating the possibility of a different demo assistant. Someone who could take Ella’s place so he could sate the rabid hunger tonight and let his insurance policy kick in before this got out ofhand.
He didn’t care about the female Vault members boycotting the class. Or how Leo and T.J. would want to kill him. All the reasons from needing her assistance disappeared under the chokehold oflust.
His level of investment in this woman was too fucking high. He was beginning to enjoy being around her. The rollercoaster rise and fall of her smile kept stealing his attention. And that dress…
Shit. This wasn’t right.
“What’s wrong?” she asked. “You look like you’re sulking. If you want to gohome…”
Take the offer. Get out of here. “We’re not leaving.”
“Then cheer up, buttercup. You’re scaring away any potentials.” She waggled her brows and the sultry curve of her lips pummeled another meaty fist into his crotch.
