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“You’ll only laugh if I tell you It was stupid I was so dumb,” I answer him honestly

“Whoever he was, he didn’t deserve you,” he states with a twinkle in his eye

Why does he have to be so da? He drives ivesa bit of a prick and the next, he says soaure him out As much as I say I don’t want to be his friend, I can’t help but be intrigued by hiet inside his head and find out what makes a man like him tick I take a sip of , I a under his hypnotic spell

We fall into a casual conversation about living at Wild Horse Acres He tells ossip It roup that is uess everyone does though I wonder what Zane’s story is…has he always been a lady-killer?

The rest of the hour flies by quickly I hadn’t realized howmouth must have me entranced I ood a kisser as I think he’d be I h to judge hi ly sit with Zane and allow him to play with me like putty in his hands

My phone beeps and I look down to see a text fro she had to bail, and that she has to work tonight I look to the table next to ht as I try to see if I can catch her before she is out the door

I try to hide the disappointment on my face that she just left me here in Zane’s clutches Then it hits rit out, pointinget me alone”

He sood time Let me buy you another drink and I’ll drive you home I promise I won’t even attempt to flirt I told you I just want to be your friend, Hattie Mae” God, the way he always says my middle name makes me feel warm inside I really don’t have any other way horee What can one drink and one ride home hurt?

Three more drinks and another hour passes, and I don’t knohat has come over me, I feel reckless and wild I lick le Zane grins at me, obviously entertained with my antics

“I think I should take you ho close to ainst mine I am tucked safely under his protective arm

“Kissat Zane “That’s what you have been wanting, right? To gethi in close to his mouth I can’t help it, I need to kiss him God, I want to kiss Zane I want to feel those torturous lips one more time—just once

“Already told you I just want to get to know you” He licks his lips I think he is about to take the plunge and touch his devilish mouth to mine He moves back What the hell? I knoants to kiss me

Instead, he picks his beer up fro to taste and takes a long slow drink I watch the lump in his throat as he ss, and it feels so intimate when his eyes meet mine I parthis sexiness I can now see why he gets women all the tiet over my breakup hump with He is a player and wants no attachet over this hurdle

“I et me naked,” I blurt out the confession that was meant to be spoken silently in my head

“You, lass from my hand