Ebony Campbell went out with her girlfriends with the intention of finding a man worthy enough of her time to have a summer fling. Good conversation and sex. How hard could that be? Little did she know, the man who stepped up to the challenge would be a blond haired bass player in a band. She thought her attempts to discourage him worked...or did they?
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I glanced at him. He
didn’t hide the fact his gaze started at my bare legs and slowly traveled back
up. His expression made his thoughts apparent. I started to open my mouth and
comment, until our eyes met. His gaze sent a warm tingle along my skin,
reminding me of the way I felt when he held my hand.
“Thanks for the water,”
he added, before whistling to get the other workers’ attention.
Try as I might, it was
impossible to keep my eyes off his body when his back was to me. I took the
opportunity to peek at his tattoos again. Standing this close, I could make out
a little more of the intricate design. To truly see it, I would have to get
close, so close I could…
I looked up to find his
lips tilted in a lopsided grin. Damn, busted again.
Not wanting him to think
I was impressed, I forced my face to stay blank. “How much is it going to
cost?” It was impossible to ignore the laughter hidden in those gorgeous blue
orbs.
Brian took long draws of
water, apparently in no rush to answer my question. I forced my eyes to stay on
his and ignore the fact that sweat should not look so good.
“I haven’t decided yet.”
I frowned. “What do you
mean? You’ve been here for nearly an hour.”
He shrugged, pulled a rag
from his pocket, wiped his face, and then dragged the thing down his chest. I
automatically followed the movement before snapping my eyes back to his. A slow
grin spread across his face.
“It depends.”
“On what?”
“On how honest you’re
going to be with me.”
I clamped my jaw tight
while crossing my arms, fighting the irritation building. Brian apparently
thought he could do or say anything to get his way. He did it when buying me a
drink at the club. He’d done it when assuming I’d meet him in VIP. Now this.
My lack of a sex life and
unexplained physical attraction to him made my irritability worse.
“Honest about what?” I
ground out.
Brian’s eyes flashed with
humor as he finished off the last of his water. “Why didn’t you meet me the
other night? I looked for you, waited around thinking maybe you got stuck in
the bathroom.” He crossed his arms, taking a wide stance. “Nothing. Not a note,
not a message left with security. You just disappeared.”
Realization hit me.
“You’re going to charge me more
because I didn’t hook up with you?”
“Hey, don’t put words in
my mouth. I haven’t decided what to
charge. That’s not the same thing.”
“Okay, so what you really
mean is if you like my answer, I’ll get a discount. If you don’t, then you’re
going to screw me.”
Brian’s mischievous smile
caused me to suck my teeth. Bad choice of words.
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MJ
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