Page 1 of Sharkbait
Prologue
Two Months Ago
Louise
This guy is a talker.
And not exactly adirtytalker. Just a straight-up talker.
“What’s your name?” he rasps as he slams me up against a huge ice-cold keg.
Holy crap, that’s frosty.
My shirt buttons are undone. The skirt I’m wearing is hiked way the hell up, and the hot Henley he was wearing is nowhere to be found. I tore that thing off him the moment we got in here, which was excellent thinking on my part. It turns out this man’s abs are insane.
“Actually, let’s not do that.” I wince.
“You okay, beautiful?” He hikes my leg around his thigh. “I’m sorry. That was rough, wasn’t it? And cold.”
His warm hand cups the curve of my chilled ass cheek like it’s asking for my forgiveness too.
Damn, this guy is hot.
Chatty but hot.
“Oh no, I’m fine. I didn’t mean that I didn’t want to… what I meant was I’d rather not—”
I take a moment to gather myself and then get way too clinical sounding for a random hookup in a bar. Because let’s be clear. That’s what this is.
“Rough is good. And I don’t mind the cold. Let’s just not do the name thing. Okay?”
He releases my leg and leans back a few inches. “You don’t want to do ‘the name thing’?”
“Also…” I silence him with the classic put-your-index-finger-on-his-lips move that I’ve seen countless times in movies. And what do you know? It works in real life too.
Wow. Are those golden flecks in his brown eyes?
“You were saying…?” he laughs.
“Also, my friends think I’m in the ladies’ room right now, so I only have a few minutes before they come looking for me. That means we should probably skip all this small talk and get right to the good stuff, yeah?”
“Fine by me, Cold Brew.”
He cups my face with both hands and dives into another out-of-this-world kiss.
What did he just call me?
Who cares. He can call me whatever he wants so long as he keeps kissing me like that.
Who am I right now? Because I am not the girl who hooks up with hot bartenders inside walk-in beer refrigerators at a local bar. I feel like I’m watching some other girl saying and doing all these things tonight. This girl is impulsive. She’s rowdy. She’s a girl who knows what she wants.
And tonight? She wants this guy.
And he wants her.
I do an internal cheer.
Because up until this point, I’ve always been a relationship girl. Basically, if I kiss you, I’mwithyou. Foryears. Even if you’re a douche. Maybe especially if you’re a douche. It seems the douchier you are, the quicker I’ll give up all my needs and wants to keep you happy.
