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Well, considering that I was there specifically to see her, the chances weren’t exactly slim. But I didn’t say that, just gave her a stiff smile and sipped my drink. She did that little head tilt thing, running her eyes over me again. There was somethingabout the way she looked at me that unnerved me. As the CEO of a multibillion-dollar property development firm and fledgling record label, that wasn’t a feeling I was used to. My interest in her just went up several notches.
“Esme said you were scary as fuck, but I’m not so sure.”
“No? What do you think, then?”
She leaned a little closer, her body brushing against mine, and I could smell the scent of her, something warm and spicy, with a hint of vanilla. It was distracting. She was distracting. “I don’t scare easy, I guess.”
“That so?” I kept my voice cool, nonchalant, but I was acutely aware of her, the warmth of her body, the way her hand was resting on the bar, close to mine.
Her tongue darted out to wet her bottom lip. “Yup. In fact, I like a bit of danger. It gets me right here.” She pressed her hand to her stomach, and my eyes followed the movement, lingering on the soft curve of her hip.
She caught me looking and her smile widened. “See. Scary as fuck, but with a bit of an edge.”
“You have no idea.”
Stef leaned closer, her voice a low, husky whisper. “Maybe I’d like to find out.”
I arched a brow and her eyes gleamed as she bit her lip. She oozed sex appeal, and it seemed like every gesture had my pulse leaping.
At that moment, a server moving behind us stumbled into Stef. The momentum pushed her against me. My hands shot out,gripping her waist, steadying her. Her gaze locked on mine, her face inches away, her eyes wide, her breathing shallow.
For a moment, we just stood there, her body pressed against me. I was hit with a rush of heat, her scent filling my lungs.
She blinked, pushing away and smoothing her hands over her skirt. “Fuck, sorry. Thanks for the save.”
I cleared my throat, nodding. “No problem.”
She smiled, her eyes drifting over me again, a speculative look on her face. “Buy me a drink?”
“Sure.” I motioned to the bartender.
“Hey, Stef.”
“Hey, Cooper.”
“What’ll it be?”
With her eyes still on mine, Stef answered. “Mr. Rivers here is going to give me an Orgasm.” Her eyes gleamed wickedly. “Actually, how about a Screaming Orgasm.” She ran her tongue over her lip and gave me a provocative smile. “With extra cream.”
“You got it.” The guy had a grin a mile wide as he went off to make Stef’s cocktail. I couldn’t hold back the laugh that bubbled up in my chest. She was outrageous and unexpected and fascinating to me.
“Has anyone told you you’re cute when you smile?”
That had me laughing, which got me another one of those head tilts and more close scrutiny. Fuck, this girl was something else.
CHAPTER 2
Stefania
What. The. Actual. Fuck. I could barely catch my breath. The moment Grayson Rivers smiled at me, and I saw his dimple, I was fucking slayed! His dimple! I was an absolute sucker for a man with dimples and did not expect to find them on the impeccably groomed and fastidiously neat Grayson Rivers. There was not a strand of his dark blond hair out of place, or a speck of dust on his dark blue suit. I mean, as if dirt would dare to go anywhere near this man, in his perfectly tailored suit and shiny, shiny shoes.
But damn, when he smiled and his light blue eyes lit up, I was a goner. Which was bad. So, so bad. I’d known him for all of five minutes and I could tell he was broody, and serious and powerful. And me? Well, I was loud, brash, and reckless. We were total opposites.
Yet, I couldn’t help myself. He was hot, in a clean-cut, businessman, daddy-issue kind of way. Dammit, why did I have to bring up daddy issues? I’d had enough therapy on that subject to last me a lifetime. I DID NOT have issues anymore. Still, all this perfection made me want to run my fingers through hishair, loosen his tie and rumple his shirt. I bet he looked fucking amazing, all disheveled after a marathon session of hot, hot sex.
Okay, stop, Stef. No. Just no. Or... yes? My Screaming Orgasm arrived in a tall hurricane glass, with chocolate sprinkled on top. I reached for it, shifting a little closer to Grayson. God, he smelled amazing, all expensive cologne and fresh, clean male. It was doing all kinds of things to me, and I couldn’t wait to taste my cocktail and have something to do with my mouth other than imagining kissing him with it.
I took a sip of the creamy drink, loving the way Grayson watched me the whole time, and the heat that flickered in his eyes when I slowly licked the cream from my lips.