Drop Dead Sexy

My mouth ran Mojave Desert dry at the image he had just painted for me. Of course, right on its heels came a flashback of the Texaco hellhole, and I shuddered. “No bathrooms,” I whispered.

Catcher’s brows rose in surprise. “Just no to the bathrooms? You mean you’re not shutting me down on the rest?”

“Buy me a drink, and we’ll see.” His attraction had bolstered my confidence.

That drop-dead sexy grin slunk across his face. “It would be my pleasure. What’s your poison?”

I was pretty sure The Rusty Ho didn’t have an extensive mixed drink menu. “Just a cranberry and vodka would be great.”

Catcher nodded as he rose out of his seat. As he walked over to the bar, my gaze zeroed in on the imprint of his finely sculpted ass through his pants. Oh yeah, it was the kind of ass you wanted to sink your teeth into.

Easy there. You need to pace yourself. If you keep up the dirty thoughts, you’ll be jumping him the moment he comes back to the table, and you’re too big a prude to enjoy public sex.

Catcher returned and sat my drink in front of me. “Thank you,” I said.

“You’re welcome.” Catcher had gotten his mug of beer refilled. After taking a sip of his beer, he leaned his elbows in on the table. “So, Olivia Sullivan, what is it that you do for a living?”

“I’m a m—” I snapped my mouth shut. There was no way in hell I was going to tell him the truth and send my potential sexathon down in flames before it even got started. I quickly recovered by tossing my hair over my shoulder. “I’m a flight attendant.”

Catcher narrowed his eyes. “Bullshit.”

“Excuse me?”

“There’s no way in hell you’re a flight attendant.”

“Why would you doubt me?”

“Because I’ve undergone extensive training to unravel the many layers of deception. Therefore, I can see right through the fa?ade of you flying the friendly skies.”

A stare down then ensued. When I finally blinked, Catcher gave me a self-righteous smirk.

“Fine. I’m a mortician and county coroner.” Wincing, I braced myself for him to run screaming from the table. But instead, he surprised the hell out of me by grinning.

“Really?”

“Yeah. Really.”

“That is too fucking cool.”

I cocked my brows at him in surprise. “You can’t be serious.”

“I am.”

“Usually my profession is a mega turn off for men.”

“You mean it’s a turn off for pussies.” He captured me with his hypnotic gaze. “I’m a real man, Liv. It takes a hell of lot more to scare me off.”

“I-I’m glad to hear that,” I stuttered. “And what do you do?”

“What do you think I do?”

After glancing at the folders in front of him, I tilted my head in thought. “I’m thinking some form of law enforcement or maybe the military since you mentioned your training.”

Catcher flashed me that panty-scorching grin again. “You’re right. I’m an agent with the GBI aka Georgia Bureau of Investigation.”

“Wow, that must be an interesting job.”

“It keeps me on my toes.”

I motioned to the folders. “What brings you out this way?”

“Ah, see, that’s confidential,” he replied, before taking the folders and putting them in his briefcase.

“Oh, I’m sorry. Is it one of those ‘if you told me you’d have to kill me’ kinda things?”

“Maybe. And I sure don’t want to kill you. Especially before I got to fuck you and make you scream my name.”

My mouth gaped open at him once again being so brazen. “Um, okay,” I replied.

“Don’t play the prude with me, Olivia. We both know that you came in here on a search mission for cock.”

“I-I don’t know what you’re t-talking about,” I replied as I shifted in my seat.

Catcher snorted before taking another swig of his beer. “Babe, I could see right through you the moment you walked through the door. But hey, I get it. Just because you’re a woman, it doesn’t mean you don’t have needs. I’m sure as hell not going to judge you for saving face by coming to some dive where no one knows you to get your dick.”

I gulped down two sips of my drink before I responded. “Okay, you’re right. I came here to get…” Somehow I just couldn’t seem to say it aloud.

“Fucked, laid, banged, bonked, nailed, ridden, screwed—”

I held my hand up. “Yes, that pretty much covers it.”

Catcher scooted his chair closer up to the table. “Just how long has it been?”

I glanced down at my hands in my lap. “A while.”

“How long is ‘a while’?”

Chewing on my bottom lip, I debated whether to be honest with Catcher. I already dealt with the day-to-day embarrassment of my lack of a love life. I didn’t want him judging me as some kind of frigid weirdo. “Can’t we just leave it at awhile and call it a day?”

“We could. But I’d also like to know what I’m getting into.”

I jerked my gaze up to glare at him. “I can assure you it’s not so bad that you’re going to have to sandblast open my vagina, okay?”

Catcher appeared to be fighting a smile. “That’s not exactly what I was alluding to.”