Page 6 of Wicked Oath
The blonde stands up ad grabs the man’s arm. “Let’s give them some space.”
“No,” he objects.
“Garret,” Olivia says. “It’s fine.” She looks at me. “I’m fine.”
“Yeah, Garret,” I respond, never taking my eyes off her. “She’s fine. Now, scram.” I lean in closer to her. Out of the corner of my eye, Oliva’s friend and Garret walk a few paces away.
“You’re a daddy’s girl, huh?” I ask. I can smell the delicious scent of vanilla washing off of her.
“What’s it to you?” I can tell she’s trying to be brave, but the pulse in her neck is going wild.
I shrug. “Nothing. I just like daddy’s girls. More fun to corrupt. And judging by how out of place you look here, you’d be a fun one to corrupt.”
“That’s …” She huffs. “That’s inappropriate.”
“Oh. A good girl, I see.” I make sure to growl my words. I lean closer to her, so there’s barely any space between us.
She places her hands on my bare chest, making me take a step back. She then tears her hands away like I’m made of fire. “Is that why you came over? Because you think you can corrupt me?”
I smirk. “I’d like to try.”
“Well, I’ll have you know that I’m not easily corruptible. In fact, I’m saving myself for marriage, and nothing will change that.”
A spike of pleasure shoots right to my cock. “You’re a virgin?”
She blushes deeply when she realizes what she just revealed. “I never said that.”
“You kind of did.”
She waves a hand toward my chest. “Couldn’t you have put on a shirt, at least?”
“No.” I squint. “How old are you?”
“I’m twenty-one. How old are you?”
“I’m thirty.”
“Glad that’s established, then.”
I chuckle. “What’s a beautiful, innocent girl like you doing here?” I reach over and play with the strap of her dress. She doesn’t pull away.
“Saving my friend from getting into trouble.” She nods toward the blonde. “Lucy doesn’t always think before she acts sometimes.”
“So, you really are a good girl, aren’t you? You didn’t come here tonight to break the rules. You came to save your friend. Is that the truth?” I lean in close until my lips are brushing her ear. “Or maybe you came because you wanted a taste of trouble.”
She inhales deeply. “You’re presumptuous.”
“I just tell it like I see it.” Fuck, I want to kiss her ear. I want to kiss her all over and taste every inch of her.
“And what do you see?” she whispers.
I pull back enough to look into her eyes. “I see a woman who wants a taste of life. I could give that to you.”
“You don’t even know me.”
“I can easily rectify that.” I grip her chin and gently tug her face closer to mine.
Even though she gasps, she doesn’t pull back as I lean down to kiss her.
