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I stilled, sat straighter. Knowing itwashim didn’t curtail my shock. Drawing in a deep breath, I slowly turned. Even as reality sank in and my heart raced the moment he called me, facing Noah Keegan, handsome as ever, melted my insides. One command from his sexy lips, and I would’ve dropped my panties and rode his dick for the entire night.

Chapter Seven

“Why are we here, Nate?” I demanded, staring at the building with disgust.

The grimy brick façade had seen better days. The structure was old. In my mind, it was a standing safety hazard.

“For a drink,” my brother answered.

At twenty-five, Nathaniel was seven years my junior and still living off his vast trust fund, constantly wasted on weed, alcohol, and women. Despite being five years away from thirty, he wasn’t inclined to build a life for himself and replenish his constant spending.

A good-looking woman in black jeans and a crop top paced on the sidewalk as she talked on her cell phone. “No, I don’t want to talk to Reid,” she growled.

Reid, hmmm? Odd coincidence.

“Fuck you. You’re the stupid bitch, Derrick! So is Reid for putting you up to this bullshit. Fuck you. Fuck him. Fuck everything.”

She was about 5’8, with wavy purple-blue ombre hair and several skin shades darker than me. Even though she and this stranger couldn’t be further apart in appearance, the eccentric-looking woman reminded me of Ryan Hagen. Odd. Ryan was shorter and curvier, with skin a few shades lighter than the woman pacing outside the dive bar. Ryan’s hair was also a beautiful, shining black.

Though the stranger was yelling, her voice was pleasant, but it couldn’t replace the lyrical quality of Ryan’s. Since she’d stormed out of my office, the woman plagued my thoughts. She was gorgeous, with captivating gray eyes so bright they were almost silver. The light color of her eyes contrasted with her golden skin and added to their allure. Her dark hair reminded me of a warm tropical breeze with its coconut smell. When she’d brushed by me and the scent wafted to me, a sense of familiarity entered me.

She’d worn it up, allowing only a curl to escape, and I’d longed to see its length and actual thickness and touch it to test its silkiness.

“Kiss my ass!” the woman on the phone screeched.

My lips tightened, and I glared at my brother. “You’ve yet to tell me our purpose for being here,” I snapped.

That fucking red suit Ryan had worn kept her on my mind. She should’ve been barred from buying it. If not for that short little skirt, coupled with her red stilettos, she would’ve been another gorgeous woman I’d met. But goddamn, her legs had looked so long. Those thin-heeled pumps defined her slender calves and toned thighs each time she walked. She had a killer body. Big tits, tiny waist, and a round ass I dreamed of gripping while I fucked her.

“Live a little, bro.”

Nathaniel’s voice killed my vision. Maybe my annoyance was misplaced. I didn’t relish an evening with a hard cock if I had no intention of finding relief inside a woman. In the weeks after the ball, I couldn’t muster desire for anyone. Meeting Ryan worsened my dilemma.

“I wanted to assist you with that goal, so here we are,” my brother said, his timing either perfectly bad or inherently good depending on how I looked at it.

“Go to hell!” The woman ended the call. Unaware of our presence, she turned on her heel and ran up the steps. As she disappeared inside, I again thought of Ryan. Fuck. Her disrespectful mouth and career path should’ve killed my desire.

Double fuck. I admired her low bullshit tolerance. It wasn’t the suit keeping her uppermost in my thoughts. It was her self-assurance.

Enough was fucking enough. One woman had turned me into a pining bitch. Adding another would break an unwritten man code. From this moment forward, I’d never think of Ryan Hagen again.

“This is a hole in the wall, Nate.” I stared at the door the woman had disappeared through. “This isn’t my thing.”

I hadn’t ever been to a fucking dive bar, especially one so grimy and shabby.

“We haven’t hung out in a while,” he said, “so I figured I’d take you to one of my favorite spots.”

Nodding to the place in front of me, I swept my hand in an arc. “This?” Someone with the Keegan name frequenting such a place repulsed me. “You’re a regular atthisplace?”

He nodded. “While in college, there used to be a bartender named Mandy who worked here. I liked her very much. She had one of the best asses I’ve ever seen, Noah. Every weekend, my buddies and I would spend our nights trying to catch her attention while getting drunk as fuck on cheap beer. After I graduated and even after she left, I kept coming.”

I scowled in a way that made my business partners shake in their loafers. Nate didn’t want to hang out with me. As always, there was a method to his motives. He was after a favor. He hadn’t said it, but I sensed it. “What the hell do you want, Nathaniel?”

“I can’t just want to spend time with my family?”

“You only call me when you want or need something.”

“Let’s go inside before you throw accusations,” he huffed, having the nerve to sound offended.