He was infuriating.
“Forget it,” I said. “Whatever you’re thinking, forget it. Then forget what you forgot. You look like the kind of guy who could manage that.”
He let out a laugh.
My eyes glanced over his chiseled chest and torso. God, he was sexy.
“God, you’re touchy,” he said.
I sighed. “I have my reasons.”
“I bet you do,” he said, looking around the bar.
I didn’t know if he was agreeing with me or challenging me. I didn’t know how to read him. He was frank and direct, didn’t play games, and in the world I lived in, games were the only thing that mattered.
“We could do this all day,” I said, “but I’m not in the mood for banter.”
“Have it your way. You know where I can find him?”
“Who?” I said, knowing full well who he meant. I was prolonging our interaction without even realizing it. Was I that lonely for real contact?
“Wolf.”
“I’m sorry, is there something about me that gives you the impression I’m his secretary?”
“Jesus. What is it with you? Just tell me where he is.”
“Fine. He’s gone. They all are. You missed them.”
“Shit,” he said.
I nodded. “So, you know, don’t let me keep you.”
I’d become a bitch and I knew it. He knew it too, but he took it as a challenge. He was one of those guys who wanted what he couldn’t have.
He looked at me and a smile crossed his face that drove me mad. He was so sexy I had to bite my lip. I won’t say what I really wanted to bite. It wasn’t every day I was alone with a guy like this. Wolf was too jealous to allow it. The way this guy looked at me made my heart speed up.
“Girl, you’re lucky I don’t come over there and teach you some manners.”
A mental image of him bending me over the bar and spanking my naked butt flashed before my eyes. It made my cheeks flush.
I knew I was being a bitch. I didn’t mean to be. He was charming as hell. He was just my type too, sexy, the bad boy look, muscles, tattoos, a raw attitude that exuded confidence. I wanted him to leave so that I wouldn’t be reminded of all the things I couldn’t have. I already knew he was nothing like Wolf. This guy would be good to his girl. He’d treat her right. He wouldn’t hit her. I had experience in that department, and I could tell. The truth was, this guy was everything I’d given up forever by getting involved with Wolf, and it was torture to see it.
I wanted him to turn around and walk out the door so I didn’t have to look at him, but another part of me was desperate for him to stay.
“Manners?” I said.
His grin stretched from ear to ear. “The manners your daddy should have taught you.”
I couldn’t resist. “You wouldn’t have the nerve,” I said and, despite my intentions, gave him a sly smile.
That got his attention. He looked at me again as if seeing me for the first time. His eyes drank me in from head to toe, staring at my ass and tits longer than was necessary.
“Try me,” he said.
“Trust me, you don’t want to get mixed up with a girl like me.”
“Are you that dangerous?”
“Let’s just say, if you messed with me, you’d be taking your life in your hands.”
I don’t know what got me talking to him like that. It wasn’t like me to flirt with the lowlifes that did business with Los Lobos. I despised all of them. But everything about this guy was different. He had balls. In all the months I’d been with Wolf, this was the first time I’d met anyone who seemed to have the nerve to rival him.
“Don’t you know?” he said, “Some things are worth risking your life for.”
“Some things?”
“Sure. Some things,” he said and looked down at my ass again as if assessing me, checking if I was one of those things worth taking a risk for. Cocky prick. The way he looked at me made me feel the need to prove myself. I realized I was sitting up straight in my seat, shoulders back, breasts pushed forward, the way my mother had always wanted me to sit when I was a kid. For the first time in months, I actually cared what someone thought of me.
He melted my resistance. I struggled not to show it. I couldn’t let this go anywhere. As tempted as I was to flirt, I would be literally taking my life in my hands if I did.
“Let’s you and me go for a walk,” he said.
I laughed. “A walk?”
He winked. God he was arrogant. I loved it.
“What makes you think I want to go for a walk with you?”
His eyebrows rose. “Shapely legs, tight ass, I bet you can walk the fuck out of those pumps.”
I burst out laughing. “Walk the fuck out of my pumps?” I repeated out loud. I couldn’t believe he’d said it like that.
“Girl, I can tell an assassin when I see one.”
If Wolf ever overheard anything like this, there’d be hell to pay. He’d string me up and have his thugs beat the shit out of me. But he’d left for Vegas.
“An assassin?”