Page 56 of Sweet Temptation (Men of Honor 2)
“Now why is the prettiest girl in the whole bar sitting all alone in a dark corner?” a deep voice, that oozes charm, breaks me out of my self-pityin’ thoughts. I turn to see the gorgeous guy, who was glaring daggers earlier with Sawyer, holding two shots in his hand and wearin’ a lazy grin on his already handsome face.
I give him a suspicious look when he takes the chair across the table from me. “What’s your name sweetness?” he asks flirtatiously.
“It ain’t sweetness, that’s for sure,” I respond with annoyance. He knows I’m with Sawyer, since he saw us in the lobby, so he shouldn’t be callin’ me that. He quirks an amused eyebrow at me and patiently awaits my name.
“It’s Grace,” I answer, giving in.
He gives me a panty droppin’ grin that I know oh so well and says, “A sweet name for a sweet looking girl.” I roll my eyes, which makes him chuckle, “And sassy. Just the way I like them,” he gives me a wink.
“Just settle down over there, Romeo, because this sweet and sassy girl is taken, which you already know since ya saw me with Sawyer in the lobby at the hockey arena.”
Surprise, and something that looks a lot like admiration, flashes in his amused gaze. Leaning back, he crosses his arms in front of his broad chest, “Well that’s just the thing, I did see you with him earlier, but for the last forty-five minutes I have been watching you from across the bar, sitting here all alone. So I figured maybe I misinterpreted you two earlier, because if you were my girl I wouldn’t leave you alone for a fucking second.”
The truth of his words sting. I shrug trying not to let my hurt feelins’ show, “Well he’s been gone a long time; a lot of people have clearly missed him and want to catch up.”
He grunts, “Whatever you say, sweetness. Here, have a shot with me,” he puts a lime and shot glass down in front of me.
“I ain’t drinkin’ that. How do I know you didn’t put somethin’ in it?”
He looks at me completely insulted, “What? Are you fucking serious? Look at me! I don’t need to put shit in a girl’s drink, I can fucking get any chick I want.”
I stare at his stricken face for another second before I can’t contain myself anymore and burst out laughing.
His face softens into a smirk, “You were fucking with me, weren’t you?”
“No I wasn’t,” I reply honestly, continuing to laugh, “but your face was pretty darn funny.”
He chuckles, joining in on my amusement. I have to admit he is one good lookin’ bugger, with dark hair and warm chocolate eyes that compliment his bronzed skin. He has a hard, lean body, not quite as muscular as Sawyer’s but still one that any red-blooded female would notice. I think about the response he gave just a second ago.
“Well, I’m pretty sure I have a good idea now why you and Sawyer hate one another.”
His easy smile vanishes, “Oh? Enlighten me, sweetness, what is your idea?”
“Because you’re both exactly alike.”
He looks at me, insulted again, “I am nothing like that asshole.”
“Yes you are. You’re both sexy, charming buggers, with the biggest egos I’ve ever seen.”
His face softens into a lopsided grin, “You think I’m sexy?”
I roll my eyes, “See? That’s so somethin’ Sawyer would have said, you also missed the big ego part.”
He chuckles but his expression quickly turns serious, “Well you’re wrong, sweetness. First off, that asshole’s ego is way bigger than mine, and secondly, the reason why I hate the son of a bitch is because he fucked my girlfriend a couple years ago when he came back for a visit.”
I wince at his words. Ouch! I have to say, no matter how big a man-whore Sawyer is, I’m surprised to hear he would do somethin’ like that.
“Oh well… that wasn’t very nice of him. Or your girlfriend for that matter.”
His lips split into a grin again before he lets out a chuckle, “I have to admit, sweetness, you are probably just as cute as your accent.”
I throw my hands up in frustration, “Why on earth do y’all keep sayin’ I have an accent?”
“Because here ‘we ain’t talk like this’,” he says, mockin’ me.
I narrow my eyes, “First off, buddy, that ain’t an accent, it’s just how I talk. It’s how my Mama always talked too. And secondly, it ain’t nice to make fun of people.”
“I wasn’t making fun of you,” he says exasperated, “I just said it was cute, and it is. Actually I think it’s sexy as fuck.” His voice oozes of sex, and I have to admit, this guy might just give Sawyer a run for his money in the flirtin’ department.
The thought has me suddenly realizing his intention. “So is that the only reason why you came over here? Saw an opportunity and thought you could get back at Sawyer?”
He sits back again and studies me, “Honestly?” I nod. “Yes, at first it was. I see my ex hanging all over him, and even though I could give a shit about her anymore it still pisses me off, because like you said, I have a big fucking ego.”
“Your girlfriend is here?”
“Ex!” he corrects firmly with a nod.
“Who?” I ask, lookin’ back at the pool table, but it’s too crowded for me to even see Sawyer.
“Her name is Stephanie.”
“Town bicycle?” I ask in shock. Damn, I knew it. Ugh! I hate hearin’ it was her.
He chuckles, “I guess you’ve met her?”
“Just briefly. She really didn’t seem all that nice. If you ask me, it was a blessin’ in disguise. You’re way better off without her.”
He grins, “She’s a total bitch, and yes I’m way better off without her. Still doesn’t make me any less pissed at Sawyer though.”
I nod because I can understand that. “But to finish your earlier question. Yes, my original intention coming over here was payback, but not anymore. Now I think you’re pretty cool and I just want you to have a shot with me and maybe a conversation, since your asshole boyfriend is too fucking busy to.”
