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“Jesus,” she breathed, fanning her face. “He’s hot as Hades. All that swagger, blond hair, and attitude, mixed up with all the subterfuge gives me cunt flutters.”

I laughed. “Why do you think I’m in this god-forsaken position?”

Her eyes narrowed. “So, tonight’s plan is a red dress, attitude, and big clit energy.”

“Definitely,” I agreed.

“Then why are we sitting in the car?” she demanded. “Let’s get moving. We’ve got a man to snare.”

I nodded my agreement. I’d teach Colt to walk out on me. By the time the night ended, I’d make sure Colter Van Der Cleeve had a fucking conniption.

Chapter Seven

Colt

At one minute to eight exactly, I rapped on Freya’s new door.

I’d picked well. This one was much sturdier than the other. There were three locks instead of two, which were much better quality, so her landlord shouldn’t go loco about the replacement. Nobody would be getting past this motherfucker unless she invited them.

Footsteps sounded from behind the door, and I caught myself holding my breath because when Freya dressed up, she always looked stunning. She didn’t need to do much; all the basics were there, but she could transform into a siren with just a little makeup.

The door flew open, and my jaw dropped, all breath leaving my body, or maybe it all flowed to my cock alongside my blood because suddenly, it stood to attention like a new recruit on his first day of training.

Freya had styled her hair into a loose bun at the back, but she’d left a few strands falling sexily around her face and neck. Her eyes were framed with black liner, flicked out so sharply they could’ve fuckin’ stabbed a man. Her cheeks were stained the same color as her glossy red lips. But the thing that made my cock weep was her dress.

It was fire-engine red, skin-tight, cut low across her firm little tits, held up with one strap diagonally across her chest. My gaze dropped, and I almost choked. The dress had been cut out, showing a generous amount of side boob.

I stood stock still with my mouth hanging open. The sound that left my throat sounded something like, “Huhoiughhhh.”

Freya’s bright red lips curved into a sexy smile. “I just need to put my shoes on and grab my purse.” She turned, and I froze at the sight of her ass swathed in skin-tight material, swaying seductively as she walked.

I almost fell to my goddamned knees.

Within seconds she sashayed back up her hallway wearing red sandals which crisscrossed up her goddamned leg so fucking sexily that my brain filled with images of me undoing those delicate little straps with my teeth.

“Ready?” she asked brightly.

Suddenly, my brain whooshed back into my head. “You need a coat,” I rasped.

Freya shrugged a smooth, tanned, bare shoulder. “I’m hot-blooded. I’ll be fine.” Stepping out, she turned, locked the door, and walked ahead of me toward the stairs.

My cock jumped around like it had a life of its own. It hadn’t been this out of control since I turned twelve and started jerking off to Kelly Le Brock from the movie ‘Weird Science’.

I looked to the heavens, breathed hard, and cursed.

My princess and me had a lot to discuss tonight. My conversation with Shep and how she’d ghosted me all day made me realize a few things.

I’d taken my feelings toward Freya for granted, and tonight, it was gonna stop. Life was about to change for me. Whether I liked it or not, new opportunities had arisen, the main one beingher.

She looked so fuckin’ sexy I couldn’t think straight. How had I resisted her all this time? How hadn’t I said ‘fuck the rules’ and done what I wanted to do years ago?

How the fuck would I keep my hands off her?

Things didn’t get any easier when we got to the restaurant.

As soon as we exited the car, two guys walked past us. Their necks craned as they walked past Freya. “Evening, gorgeous,” one of them said.

The fire that sparked to life the instant I saw her burned hot. “Fuck off,” I snarled.

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