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Derek

His eyes bored into her,quiet confidence,place around him

A slow roll of heat eased its way through her Goose bu her arms In the brief moment that she met his eyes, the music faded and they were back on the roof Just her and him Except this time, he kissed her

Giving herself astare to move lower She’d already seen higed this look as her definite favorite A black T-shirt stretched across his chest, the right sleeve just high enough to show a tattoo peeking out underneath the material Stubble darkened the lower half of his face, as if he hadn’t shaved since this

He looked dangerous and sexy And pissed

She refused to let hiht had echoed in her head at the strangest ti her itchy Of all the men who’d attempted to pick her up in this lifetime, never had one

Much

Ginger grabbed a tuers of their best whiskey

“Are you here to issuethe drink in front of him

Keeping his gaze locked on her, Derek picked up the glass and drank a healthyhis throat lass down “No I think I was abundantly clear the first time”

His answer re you, Derek?”

“How are you getting hoht?”

She smirked at his nonresponse to her question “I took the bus”

“I’ll drive you”

“Thanks for the offer, but I’ll take my chances with public transportation”

He swirled the a alone with me?”

Da her buttons She claiirl, but he still knew just how to play her, didn’t he? Ginger always had a difficult ti issued by a man ore a police uniforht She found his approach refreshing He’d explained what he wanted, plain and simple

A part of herself she hadn’t known existed until yesterday came alive She wanted to be alone with him To hear what he’d say next To see exactly how he hoped to acco her into bed Atily

I want to be buried inside you so deep that I have to remind you of your own name

Ginger shivered at the memory

“I get off in an hour If you don’t …?”

A fire lit in his eyes “I’ll wait”

For the next hour, Ginger re crowd Men continued to flirt with her and she didn’t allow Derek’s presence to prevent her fro toat hiard burned her up, s and she grew increasingly da it difficult to concentrate on work

In retaliation for the disco a little too far across the bar to hear so a little her shelves The uniform worn by the bartenders at Sensation consisted of tiny black shorts andto distract, the outfit left very little to the iination

Still, he’d occupied her thoughtsand he would suffer for it, she thought, bending at the waist to pick up a dropped napkin and giving him a nice look at her ass