Total pages in book: 17
Estimated words: 15560 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 78(@200wpm)___ 62(@250wpm)___ 52(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 15560 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 78(@200wpm)___ 62(@250wpm)___ 52(@300wpm)
The hot deputy causes my pulse to accelerate into overdrive while my virgin girly parts wake up and tingle.
When he walks up to the bar, I take a deep breath and smile. “Hello. Funny meeting you here.”
“Good evening, Ms. Anderson.” He steps up to the bar and stares at me. “I was hoping to run into you, Calista.”
“Oh?” Hopefully, he isn’t going to change his mind and actually give me that ticket after all. “Why were you looking for me, Deputy?”
“First off, call me Cohen.” He leans across the bar, and I swear my ovaries explode as his spicy, woodsy scent wraps around me as he whispers next to my ear, “You’ve been on my fucking mind since Tuesday, and I can’t go another day without you.” It’s like he read my mind.
My mouth opens and closes silently as his words wash over me. “Oh.” I sound like a freaking broken record, but he’s managed to completely shock me.
Stacy steps a little closer, blatantly listening to our conversation, and Cohen glances at her briefly before adding, “Why don’t we discuss it in private when our shifts are over?”
I bite my bottom lip and take a deep breath before jumping in with both feet. “I’m off at eleven.” And it’s perfect timing since I have the next two days off.
“Sounds good. Where do you want to meet?” Did I just make a date with the hot deputy? It might be crazy, but I’m ready to stop playing it safe. What’s the worst that could happen? Oh, yeah, he could crush my heart, but it’s a risk I’m willing to take.
His light blue eyes hold mine captive, and I wonder if he’s able to see the internal debate I’m having with myself right now. “I’ll wait for you at the employee entrance, and we’ll discuss our plans.” He lifts my hand to his lips for a soft kiss, and I almost melt into a puddle of goo on the spot.
“Okay. Sounds good,” I manage to mutter past my dry throat. Both Stacy and I watch as he walks away and, yet again, my eyes are glued to his yummy muscular body while my girly parts tingle with anticipation.
“Holy cow.” Stacy fans herself and laughs. “I’ve seen many hot things in this club, but the way he looked at you was definitely high up on the hotness scale.”
A group of four well-dressed men come strolling up to the bar, which is nothing new in this place, but one of these men is giving me creepy vibes. His long black hair is slicked back on top and pulled back in a ponytail at the base of his neck. He keeps staring intently at me, and I’m not having the same mushy melting feeling I get when Cohen watches me.
I’m starting to get very uncomfortable when Stacy notices and comes over to help me with the order. “Do you want me to finish this up?” she asks me, and I shake my head, refusing.
“Thanks for your help though,” I tell her and walk over to set the four drinks on the bar across from the group.
“Can I get you gentlemen anything else?” I give them my fakest professional smile.
To my utter shock, Mr. Creepy Vibes leans over the bar and smirks. “You can agree to meet me in one of the rooms upstairs.” I can feel Stacy moving closer to me. I can always count on my friend to have my back.
I somehow manage to keep a blank look on my face while revulsion shoots through me. I’ve had quite a few unsolicited offers, but his is the most awkward and creepy. Honestly, until I met Cohen, I haven’t been tempted to give up my V-card. “I’m sorry, but I’m not allowed to mingle with the guests.” It’s my usual line.
“I’m sure Roman Sterling will bend the rules for me.”
Just freaking great. I open my mouth to refuse again when an angry voice cuts in. “She’s fucking taken. Take your drink and move along.”
Stacy and I both gasp as Cohen steps between the other man and me.
“Who the fuck do you think you are?” My unwanted admirer isn’t going away quietly. Oof. This is going downhill fast.
Roman Sterling walks up, quickly taking in the furious look on Cohen’s face and the very hostile look on the visitor’s face. “I’m going to have to ask you to leave my staff alone, Angelo. There are plenty of willing, available players in the club.”
“I want her.” Jeez Louise. This guy just won’t quit.
“We can’t always have what we want, brother.” One of the three other men in his group puts his hand on the big jerk’s arm and points. “Let’s check out the exhibition room.”
“I’ll have a bottle of Glenfiddich sent over to your group.” Roman Sterling sweetens the pot. The other man finally relents, and the group walks away.