Page 246 of Sinfully Savage Mafia

She may try to scream.

But she’d definitely enjoy it and everything that would follow.

I’m a lot of things, and confident about my sexual prowess is one of them.

For a second, I get lost in my daydream, watching her lips form words, but not hearing a single one.

Then the arms start swinging around, the forehead becomes pinched, and the eyes take on a kind of murderous glow.

I decide it’s time to perk up my ears.

“Are you just going to stand there, staring at me?”

She still doesn’t recognize me…

But I sure as hell recognize her. Damn, the years have been very fucking generous.

And while I want to look a little longer, now is the time for me to speak. So I have fun with it, keeping my cover for the time being.

“That depends. Do I need to order food?”

She makes a face. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

“Well, that’s the rule at the bar, isn’t it? If you’re gonna hang here, you need to order food.” I wink at her. “I was just making a joke.”

“Oh. So smooth. Just like your lame pick-up line!”

I furrow my brow. “Lame? I actually thought it was kinda clever, you know, since you banged into me and made me spill my drink all over you. I figured it was a good opening.” I let out a chuckle. “Guess I figured wrong.”

“You figuredverywrong!” she says, her fists clenched at her sides. “And I don’t appreciate the harassment!”

“How is it harassment if I just want to talk to you?” Her face is bright pink now and she’s angry. So I play along because it’s just too much fun watching her get all hot and bothered.

She pushes her chest against me, and fuck me if my cock doesn’t tingle a bit despite the world of shit I’ve recently been plunged into. “It’s harassment if I don’t feel the same way!”

“Chella, do we have a problem here?” A guy behind the bar wanders over, his eyebrows furrowed as he looks from me to the girl.

Chella.

I’d always loved her name. It always sounded sensual. Sexy.Savage.

And I just ignited a spark inside of her.

Let the flames roar.

She jerks around, stumbling over her words of assurance that there is no problem, that we just had a minor collision.

I’d like to make it a major one next time.

The guy lifts an eyebrow at me, nodding at my empty glass. “You need another?”

I smirk. “You read my mind.”

“What’ll you have?”

“Macallan, neat.” I give the girl a sidelong glance, feeling her glare sear my skin.

He hands me a full glass. “I’ll check on your table, Mr…?”

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