Chapter 3

Chapter 3 --- Zoe

My head is a blur of thoughts as I exit the bathroom. Everything coalesces to a singular point as the initial effects wear off and I'm left with painful wakefulness.

As my eyes focus on the seat I left, I can't help but zero in on the Armani wearing wet dream that decided to join me. Dollar signs and scenarios start racing through my head as I set my sights on my prey. I might just see the sunrise tomorrow if I play this right. Fortunately I've still got a pretty face and reasonable assets.

I find a smirk on my face that doesn't reach my eyes, but, frankly, men don't look there so I'm not worried about it.

Frank fills my glass with whiskey and coke as I reclaim my seat at the bar. I nod to him and chance a closer look at this rich savior from the corner of my eye.

He doesn't know it yet but a bad night for him is going to save my life.

This is my third drink and I have to work tonight whether the bearded hunk decides to play ball or not.

"You looking for some company tonight, baby?" I ask more breathy than I intended. I reach for his forearm slowly, asking a silent question as I angle myself toward him.

His gaze slides and locks on to my eyes. For a heartbeat or an hour, I'm not sure, but the second I looked into those whiskey and amber irises everything froze. The air in my lungs vacated in a sharp exhale as I fell into the endless sea of green. My hand lowered itching for more. When I laid my hand on his arm the power of the electricity that shot straight to my core caused my lungs to reinflate on a shaky gasp.

I blinked thinking I was going to reconsider and leave, but as I mumbled incoherently and turned his hand shot out and covered mine. I looked back at our single point of contact and up to his face. My brows raised. Surely he thought I was crazy. I wasn't sure he was wrong either. I'd never reacted to anyone like this before.

I opened my mouth, what I intended to say I have no idea, but, before a single syllable could be uttered, the man's voice rumbled deep in his chest. I watched his perfectly framed lips moving and twisting in the most sensuous way. The pink tip of his tongue teasing me as it peaked between perfect teeth.

The image of those canines biting my inner thigh caused a full body shudder before I realized his mouth had stopped moving. It took me a second to put together that he'd been speaking to me.

My cheeks flushed, actually flushed like a school girl, as I looked back at his eyes.

"Sorry what?" I shook my head to clear it of what was obviously a bad batch. I sniffed as my nose started to run. I pinched my brows in concentration.

"In fact, I am. How much?" He quirked his luscious full lips.