Page 49 of Accidental Husband
"Then his face doesn't matter," I say.
She nodsI guess so, but she stays put.
"All right." I stand. "We're doing this."
"What are we doing?" Her green eyes fix on me.
"Making shit happen." I take her hand.
She lets me pull her up.
I wrap my arm around her waist. It's an instinct. The place my hand wants to go.
Fuck, she feels good against my arm. Better than she has any right to.
For a split second, she looks back to me. Looks at me like she wants my arm around her. Like she wants my everything around her.
Then she blinks and it's gone.
"Drinks first." Her hips sway as she walks.
My gaze travels up her body. The curve of her back. Those strong shoulders. That long dark hair.
What would it feel like in my hands? Against my chest? My stomach?
Fuck.
I finish my last sip of vodka. Swallow an ice cube. It doesn't cool me down. Or direct my thoughts to a more appropriate subject.
That mental image—Jules stripping out of her dress, showing off her lacy white bra and panties, lying on the bed, beckoning me—stays glued to my head.
It's ridiculous.
Biology.
Alcohol making me horny.
After I find her a proper partner, I'll head to my room and take the edge off. That will straighten my thoughts. Bring them back to something that makes sense.
"Griff?" Her lips curl into a smile. AnI'm going to get my waysmile.
Fuck, she looks gorgeous bathed in that red-purple light. Like a fallen angel.
And I'm tossing that thought right now. "Another Belvedere." The price is a crime. But what good is money if you can't use it to cheer up your best friend?
She nods. Turns back to the bar. Leans over the counter to hail the bartender.
Her back arches. Her hips shift. Her ass lifts into the air.
Her dress—
It's short. And sheer. And hot as hell.
The guy standing next to me stares. He turns to me and nods.Check it out, buddy.
My fingers curl into fists. What the fuck does this asshole think he's doing objectifying Jules?
I should punch his lights out.
