Petite, delicate even, in a way that made her seem vulnerable, and somehow, all the more compelling.
And he’d never thought much about hair colour before either, but there was something about Shannon’s glossy black lengths framing those ocean blue eyes that stirred a deeper reaction.
“If you see anything you like, Jamie, be my guest,” Luke’s voice cut through his thoughts, laced with that smug edge.
A blonde stepped into his space, fingers brushing the waistband of his trousers.
She dragged her teeth over her lip, a sultry little sound slipping from her throat like a sales pitch she’d given a dozen times.
Jamie didn’t move.
He could fuck her just to scratch the itch. Take her up against the wall and forget about the woman who’d told himno.
But the truth was, he didn’t want any of them.
Shannon’s rejection somehow stuck harder than anyyes. Her smart mouth. Her bright eyes. That fire she pretended to ignore.
He wasn’t in the habit of chasing, and he sure as hell didn’t beg.
But damned if he didn’t still want to catch her, anyway.
“You look like you could use an outlet tonight,” Blondie whispered, fingernails tracing over his chest. “I have first-class skills.”
His phone buzzed in his pocket.
He ignored it.
His eyes locked on hers, lips curving into that slow, knowing smirk that made women lean in without thinking twice.
“You’re right, love,” he said, voice a deep rumble between them. “I could use a release.”
He stepped into her space, letting tension pull tight between them like wire. “What sort of skills are we talking about?”
Her pupils flared. “Let’s go somewhere private and I’ll show you.”
Jamie didn’t blink. Didn’t rush. Instead, he let the moment stretch, his power settling over her as he skimmed a hand around her waist and tugged her close enough to bump into the shape of him.
“Be a good girl and follow me.”
But even as she followed, heels clicking beside him, his mind wasn’t on the woman pressing against his side.
He led her across the room, his hand never leavingthe curve of her back, guiding her toward the suite’s private bathroom.
The soft click of the door shutting behind them echoed in the stillness.
His body was on fire, need pulsing through him like a constant ache. Since meeting Shannon, he hadn’t been able to shake the raw, primal urge clawing beneath his skin, eating him alive.
The hunger hadn’t eased; rather, it burned hotter by the hour. And Blondie? She’d be the lucky one to take the edge off. Nothing more.
By the time he turned around, she stood before him, her dress pooling at her heels, no underwear in sight.
He leaned back against the vanity, his voice low and filled with dark approval.
“Look at you…knowing what I like without having to ask for it.”
The flick of his zipper was unhurried. He didn’t have to utter a command when she pranced toward him, her nipples pointed like bullets.
She was quick, efficient, and when her hands made contact, the sensation shot all the way through him.
