Page 12 of Captive Audience

He didn’t smile, didn’t move. He studied the room in an assessing way, until his attention returned to our table and stayed there.

Beth checked over her shoulder.

“Don’t stare!” I snapped.

“Why not? He’s staring at us.”

“Not us.” Daisy faced me. “Girl, he’s looking at you.”

He couldn’t be. My sparkly blond bombshell of a friend never failed to capture the interest of every male in the room.

“Does he look familiar to you guys?” I asked.

Daisy smirked. “Yeah. I think I saw his look-alike on a Hugo Boss billboard.”

“That’s him.” Beth nodded. “He’s the one.”

I shook my head. “Forget it. You two are nuts if you think I’m going to talk to that guy. Choose someone else.”

“Come on, Asha. What could possibly be wrong with him? Eyes too blue? Face too symmetrical?” Beth rolled her eyes and sipped her drink.

“That’s exactly my point. A man who looks that good has trouble written all over him.”

Daisy plucked a rogue red hair from my sleeve. “Which makes him the perfect choice. There’s no way McHottie has a small dick and blows his load prematurely.”

I scoffed. “You can’t know that about him.”

“Please.” She gave me an amused look. “If I know anything, it’s the opposite sex. That over there is a man who gets what he wants, and right now, he wants you.”

McHottie drank slowly from a glassof amber liquor.

Beth fanned herself and licked her lips. “Are those hand tattoos?”

Unfortunately, they were, and sexy as hell.

“Here.” I passed Beth a napkin. “Wipe the drool from your chin.”

She poked her tongue out and tossed the napkin at my chest.

Daze circled her finger around the rim of her glass. “Can you imagine how good those inked hands would look roaming all over your body? How good they’d look around your throat?”

The three of us let out simultaneous sighs.

And suddenly, I could see it all. Tearing McHottie’s shirt off, him dragging my panties past my ankles. The feel of his big body above me, thrusting away.

My face warmed. My pussy tingled.

Holy hell, it was hot in here.

Maybe the girls were right. Maybe I should take a risk and approach this stranger. And now that I’d spotted McHottie, I didn’t want to hook up with anyone else. I wantedhim.

He sipped his drink. I sipped mine. Our eyes locked again, and for one foolish heartbeat, it felt like we were in sync.

I exhaled a rushed breath and wiped sweaty palms down my dress. “This is crazy. I can’t do this.”

Beth reached for a chip. “Yes, you can. You’re just rusty.”

“Do you have condoms?” Daze asked.