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Not because of looks. No, this girl has to be the hottest in the club. Not just hot—perfect.
Despite the terrible lighting, I can see she’s stunning, with long dark hair and a warm complexion. Her dress is white, a beacon under these black lights. The top is a damn corset, the tight fit highlighting her full breasts but not obscenely. The skirt blooms at her curvy waist with teasing layers, ending mid-thigh, showing off her toned, mile-long legs.
She glances back to apologize again, and my gaze catches on the slender straps crisscrossing over her exposed back, tying off above her round ass—a gift from Heaven.
They break through the crowd and stop in front of us.
I don’t acknowledge him; I can’t take my eyes off her. She peers over at the rookie, waiting for an introduction, but he’s too busy kissing ass with Grant. Her gaze drops to her feet, timid.
I extend my hand and lean in so she can hear me over the music. “Hi. Jackson.”
She’s wearing strappy high heels, putting her at about my chin.
Placing her delicate hand in mine, she gives me a shy smile. “Aurora. Nice to meet you.” Polite, too.
Aurora. Interesting. Her name is the color of my eyes. She’s basically named after me. It’s fate.
I hold her hand far longer than socially acceptable. She has bubblegum-pink fingernails. Cute. Her hand is small in mine, and her skin is incredibly soft. I inhale her intoxicating sweet scent and groan internally. I wonder if she tastes as sweet, and my cock stirs.
Huh, I thought that part of my body was no longer functional, the same as my heart.
With reluctance, I release her before my arousal becomes obvious. Our gazes meet, and I’m enchanted by caramel eyes both innocent and wicked. I glance lower at her pouty, cherry-red lips. She’s eye candy from head to toe, and I happen to have a sweet tooth.
Dragging my eyes away from her sinful mouth, I turn to Grant. “Hey, let’s go upstairs.”
We exchangethe look, and his brows nearly hit his hairline. “That’s a code violation.”
Typically, it’s the other way around. I struggle to suppress laughter at his awkward attempt to pick up some chick.
“This doesn’t count.”
I’d break Bro Code for this girl even if she was dating Grant. Shit, she could be dating the coach for all I care. I’d still go after her.
He guzzles the rest of his drink and sets the bottle on the bar. “Lead the way.”
I lift my chin to get the asshole’s attention. “Hey, Rookie. You wanna take this up to VIP?”
He holds her hand, leading her up the stairs, and I hate it. I want to tear them apart, but I remain behind her, hands itching to grasp her waist and prevent her from falling in those heels.
I’m rewarded with the sway of her hips and a view of her glorious ass.
We find a booth in the VIP area, and I hang back to ensure I sit across from her. Grant and Rookie go to the bar for drinks, and I waste no time getting to know her.
“Aurora, where are you from?”
“LA,” she says with a touch of sass.
“What part of LA?” I smirk, fully enjoying myself.
“San Fernando Valley. Yes, I’m Hispanic. No, I won’t speak Spanish for you, and no, I don’t cook. Is that what you want to know?”
No, I’m obsessed. I want your location in case I need to find you.
“That’s disappointing. I love eating.”
She shakes her head and giggles, the sound infectious, and I can’t help but laugh along with her.
“Since we’re discussing stereotypes, do you live on the beach, drive a Jeep, and surf?”