Fuck, she’s gorgeous.
Her smile fades and she returns her gaze to the window.
An unfamiliar urge to return her smile to her beautiful face rises up within me.
“You’re staring,” she says and glances my way.
“I didn’t mean to.”Lies.
She huffs and returns to watching the world goby.
And I return to her heavenly form.
By LA standards, Lily’s dress covers a lot. From the cinched waist to the flared lower part that hits her mid-calf, the silhouette is reminiscent of old Hollywood. The top part is embellished with a chiffon fabric that drapes over her shoulders for that added touch of femininity. And the demure neckline reveals her delicate neck.
It’s official. That neck will be featured in my erotic dreams tonight.
I continue my inspection.
Her jewelry is tasteful and eye-catching.
Her large diamond studs catch the light, illuminating her face. She’s wearing a necklace with a statement medallion pendant. It’s an old coin surrounded by brilliant stones.
Who’s the fucker who gave it to her?
It’s on the tip of my tongue to ask, but I brush off the thought and the wave of jealousy. I don’t want to creep her out.
I suppress the growl that’s about to leave my chest. I have no reason to be this possessive. She’s a stranger.
My stare must weigh heavy on her, because her eyes find mine again.
“I was worried at the bar that you’d end up being a grunter?—”
“Is that even a word?”
“If it isn’t, it should be, and your photo should be featured right beside it in the search results. After all, a photo is worth a thousand words.” Her lush, kissable lips slant with amusement.
My eyes are glued to them.
I’m overtaken by the urge to fucking own them?—
I’m in trouble.
I grunt.
I guess I am a grunter.
“It’s too late now to put the genie back in the bottle, Mr. Hollingsworth.”
Why the fuck does my last name sound so sexy on her lips?
“You can hold a conversation when you put your mind to it,” she says.
“You know everything there is to know about me now?” My voice comes out hoarse.
“No offense?—”
“Which means you’re about to offend me.”