Page 11 of A Cowboy Sugar Cookie Kiss
“You mean you and Cole?”
“I can’t tell him to piss off now. But I promise not to make any sexual remarks about you two.”
“I could use a night out after not making the cut. Again.” The rejection hurts more every year.
“And I am just the girl to take you out. If you promise to change out of that too bright sunshine, goody-two-shoes outfit.”
“I’m rather insulted. Thisisone of my sexy outfits.”
“That’s not sexy.” Her eyes twinkle with mischief. “I’ve got sexy that will turn Cole into the peeping Tom.”
Chapter Four
COLE
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I’M THE PEEPING TOM.
I can’t tear my eyes away from Maggie.
Not during the tour with Hannah Fox. Not during our walk to the restaurant. And sitting across from her during supper was pure torture. Her mesmerizing eyes, a plunging neckline, and laughter as sweet as nectar.
When we arrive at the bar, the dim lights give a romantic feel that only feeds my hunger for her.
Her ruched charcoal grey dress hugs every last sexy curve of her body. My fingers itch to undo the buttons bending from the neckline to her thigh. And her black high heels. My inner animal growls, raw and hot.
“I have to use the restroom!” Maggie shouts over the country band playing on the stage.
“Meet us at the mixologist station!” Sadie points to a bar framed with rustic wood boards.
I watch Maggie sashay to the restroom. Son of a bitch, my blood boils. Rushes down south. Makes it fucking difficult to keep my erection at bay. Thank god for denim.
“Come on, stud muffin.” Sadie hits my middle. I groan, even if it doesn’t hurt. I follow her to the short lineup.
“I’m surprised my sister hooked up with you.” It’s not lost on me that Sadie’s wearing a sexier, more revealing mini dress than her sister. It’s not lost on me that I have absolutely no interest in her. It’s Maggie who’s captured my attention, and somehow wedged herself into my every thought.
