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She smiles shyly at me.
I return her smile and wink.
She bites her lower lip, as a hint of color creeps up her cheeks.
Don’t do that, precious. It’s driving me fucking wild.
My eyes shamelessly eat up every inch of her.
She’s not model tall, but she’s not short either.
Her slender body is banging.
Fuck, she’s delicious.
Images of shedding her body from that dress cloud my mind. The cobalt blue shade is elegant as fuck, and she wears it to perfection. That said, I suspect it hides a sensual view.
“Did you just arrive?” Larkin asks the redhead.
“Yes,” she nods. “I gave my bestie the grand tour of the hotel before coming here.”
Larkin checks his expensive watch. “You only have ten minutes left to mingle, ogle and eye fuck,” he says. We chuckle. “It will make it much easier for you later when it comes to finding your perfect match for the evening... just in case Lady Luck isn’t on your side the first time around.”
The redhead and the blonde frown their confusion.
“Trust me on this,” Larkin presses. “You want to get a scope of whoelsecame out to play tonight before the MC steps on stage.”
Larkin has a wicked paring game plan for tonight. This should be interesting.
“I regret we didn’t get here sooner,” the redhead says. “We’re at a disadvantage now.”
“A lot can happen in ten minutes,” Larkin says. “Sometimes, just one look is all it takes.”
Amen to that.
“Then we’ll work the room,” the redhead says, grabbing her friend’s arm.
When the blonde turns around, the world stops spinning.
Goddammit.
The beaded fabric of her dress entirely covers the front of her body, but the back... more than makes up for the small level of modesty she was displaying when she was walking towards us. Only a thin strip of cobalt blue glass beads holds the sleeves of her dress together across the top of her back, leaving the rest of her skin exposed in a dramatic V, plunging all the way down to nearly the crack of her fine ass. Jesus, you could bounce a quarter off that ass.
I cock my head to the side to fully appreciate the unbelievable view before me.
I want to claim and own every inch of her, right motherfucking now.
Fuck, I’m hard all over again.
Larkin catches me ogling. I guess I should say, eye fucking.
He lifts an appreciative eyebrow and nods knowingly.
I shake my head in response because it’s not as if I can capture Wild Strawberry’s beauty into words.
My eyes follow the blonde closely as she floats around the room, and it doesn't escape my notice how she keeps stealing glances my way.
“Ladies and gentlemen,” a woman’s voice resonates through the speakers. I’m so taken by Wild Strawberry’s intoxicating beauty, I didn’t even notice her get on stage. “If I can have your attention, please,” the voluptuous brunette adorned in a yellow flowy dress shouts into the microphone, quieting the crowd.
“Finally, things are about to get interesting,” Larkin nods with satisfaction. “Good luck tonight, gentlemen,” he tells us.
My buddies nod.
I don’t.
I didn’t come here looking for a fight, but that’s exactly what’s likely to happen.
I refuse to watch another man claim Wild Strawberry’s pretty little ass.
Let the games begin.
