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“What kind of girl are you then?” he asked He had a slight drawl to his words Slow and steady and s

Oh my

She smiled “The kind that doesn’t want to talk about it”

“Understood,” he said The bartender careen eyes fastened on her and grinned “I’ll have what she’s having And would the lady like another?”

The lady? He entleht her cocktail had the perfect mix of sweet and salty, but thi

s guy looked—and s she’d ever tasted

“Yes, please,” she said

The T-shirt he wore clung to soht to the tattoos on his biceps His dark hair was longish, and when he ran a hand through it, she saw a few piercings along his ears

I wonder if he has any piercings anywhere else…

With any luck, she wouldn’t need to ask She’d have him on the bed, undressed, with all of his tattoos and potential piercings there for her to savor Just the way she wanted it No words Just desire

He raised his glass and gestured toward her “Here’s to not talking about it”

She saluted back, and they both took long sips If she didn’t know better, Mr Sexy looked to have a few things rolling around in his head that he didn’t want to talk about either Maybe she was in better coht, no strings kind of fling?

“Gotta ad iddy”

A sood sense of huame

“I’hts”

“Oh? And what thoughts are those?”

This was fun She was in the driver’s seat, and though everything about thisher take the lead Which hat she needed

She slid her gaze over hi his physique She wasn’t shy or misinformed about men She’d been raised—for lack of a better word—by a man, and she kne they operated

“I was just wondering about your tattoos and piercings” She leaned in a little, and god he s There’s always more beneath the surface that you can’t see”

He raised an eyebrow “Why, Miss Stranger, are you flirting with me?” he asked with a hot smile

“Yes, sir, I am”