Page 8 of You, Me, and Forever

She just held up two fingers and pointed them at her eyes and then back at me. “I’ve got eyes everywhere.”

“I’m begging you to stop,” Dominique groaned as she took the last sip from her glass.

Once they were gone, we just stared at one another. I didn’t normally take random women home with me from a bar. I had women in the city that I took to dinner or spent time with. I hadn’t been in a serious relationship in a few years. My last one ended poorly, with Gigi throwing a bottle at my head and calling me a selfish bastard when she’d wanted to move in together and I wasn’t ready.

Hell, she was probably right. Maybe I was a selfish bastard. Relationships were big distractions, and I didn’t do distractions. I was always honest about who I was. Gigi had been fine with our arrangement when it started, but she’d changed her mind somewhere along the way. That’s when problems usually arose.

When one person wanted to change the rules and the other didn’t.

For me, there was no gray area when it came to relationships.

I had my life set up exactly the way I liked it.

I dated plenty, and sure, I liked the company of a beautiful woman—going to dinner, light conversation, a good fuck—and then we’d part ways.

No drama. No complications.

But for whatever reason, this woman had my attention.

And I always trusted my gut.

“So,” she said. “Do you do this often?”

“Do I do what often?”

“Go to a bar and pick up a woman.”

“Is that what I’m doing, Dominique? Am I picking up a woman in a bar?”

She sighed. “I don’t know. But I kind of hope so.”

I took the last sip from my rocks glass and set my credit card down for Benji to close out my tab. “I’ll take the check.”

Because she didn’t need to ask me twice.

Chapter ThreeMontana

I was doing this.

I was going home with a random guy that I’d just met in a bar.

A ridiculously good-looking man. One you’d expect to see on the cover of a sports magazine.

I was extremely attracted to the man. But I knew nothing about him.

Am I really doing this?

He took my hand after he’d closed his tab and led me out of the bar. When we stepped outside, he turned to look at me.

“I get the feeling you don’t do this often?”

“That’s—true.” I cleared my throat, trying not to appear nervous. “You know, with all the imports and exports, I keep very busy.”

One side of his mouth turned up, he had a prominent dimple on one side of his face, and he was incredibly attractive. Tall, with dark hair, green eyes, broad shoulders, and just the right amount of scruff peppering his jaw. He wore a white button-up and a pair of dark jeans.

“I’m sure it keeps you very busy. Listen, there’s no pressure here. If you want me to walk you to your hotel, I’m happy to do that. If you’d like to come home with me, I’ve got an Airbnb around the corner.”

Shit. I’d told him that I was from out of town, so taking him to my house wasn’t an option. It would be obvious that I lived there.

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