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Chapter One

I scan the roothis place is a bust and it’s time to move on Then my eyes catch his, and a little frisson of electricity runs down ht to my pussy Shit, he’s beautiful, and not at allblue eyes He also looks big, too big for ht, most people are taller than me, but he isn’t just tall, over six foot, I can easily tell froer, he’s also broad and muscular, like a daym Gym rats hold no appeal to me at all No, aze and ignore the odd sensation of loss I signal the bartender for another shot, but instead of the Tuaca I’ve been shooting I ask for Jack straight The burning pulls et the hell out of here His eyes are still on me, I can feel them as heavy as a touch

It finally hitsat me fro of being watched but hadn’t been able to pinpoint the source It’s him but he hasn’t made a move No doubt I’m well beneath his usual type I noticed the sht or ten people, all looking like they should be in a classy place on the Magnificent Mile, not a pub in Lincoln Park They reek of money, from the jewelry on the wo is all current season big-naer at a boutique that nor like I do now It doesn’t surprise lad because he isn’t what I’ for

I push away fro for steps up, and relief hits ht I need it so badly My vibrators aren’t doing the trick I need a waruy is perfect Dark brown hair with soft chocolate eyes He works in a bank but isn’t a trader, which is a point for hiant assholes, and if I wanted one, I’d be in a bar on Rush Street, not a pub in Lincoln Park He isn’t too tall, he isn’t short, and he’s thin, with just the lightest definition to his body Telling ood, but he puts other things, likely work, before it

Shit, the Nordic god is looking atthis way

I force out a little laugh without the slightest idea what the banker is talking about, and flip my hair and inch toward hi like that He picks up the hint, and his hand co all night, except his hand is sweaty andaway from him, I make a mumbled excuse, and it’s obvious he’s surprised A point for hih about it and melts into the crowd

Okay, now I’ood tiuy in a bar across the street I don’t like repeats, but I’nal the bartender I’m ready to pay the tab I had opened up

“Giving up on hiravel and sh to catch the faintest tang of his cologne It smells like him, smooth and expensive

His words aren’t what I’ up on who?”

“Whoever it was you intended to ht You’ve checked the door about every five minutes and your watch every ten It looked like you aiting on someone”

Shit, was that whyup someone I’m passably pretty with a heart-shaped face and a chin just a little too sharp I’ for , thick hair, and round cheekbones soften oing for ood without makeup and with it even better That and et stressed, but I have tits and an ass that are always thick and full Tonight I’ht black skirt thata very sC cups off Is that what kept hieous, but that doesn’t ood will he be in bed? I’ve founddick are the laziest in bed, as if it were an honor enough for them pull their dicks out Fuck it, I need it bad, and he’s here, so I turn to hi this close up

“I’m not here to meet so to take ” I throw the words at him and allow my eyes to run over his body, which tenses up aton my breasts I’m so wet noonder if he can smell me the way I can

“All night long?” A thin blond eyebrow goes up It changes his face, there are lines in his forehead I wouldn’t have expected to see on hih for lines so deep I’d put him at mid-thirties, but with the lines he looks almost a decade older

“All night I have toet sleep If you’re not up to it, I can understand Not every man is” It’s a taunt, and he smiles then and it takes rin for hi

“I think I can do that for you What’s your name?”

“Kate” I don’t give o

“How far are you from here?”