She saved me from giving up my identity, which made her attitude even sexier—and made me want to prove her wrong. That was a special talent of mine.
“Why do you think I’m a city boy?”
She glanced down at my wrist. “Fancy watch.” Her gaze dropped to my shoes. “And those aren’t biker boots, hiking boots, or steel toes. You’re not from around here.”
She was wrong, but she was also right in a way. I was from Gable, but I wasn’t raised here. My parents hired private tutors for me until I turned twelve, and then I was sent to boarding school. The same for my brother, but not my sister. My parents didn’t think she needed a boarding school education because she could catch herself a husband in college. Thankfully, she was going to be a junior at Yale, and had more of a head for business than an eye for frat boys.
In the interest of maintaining my anonymity, I nodded in agreement before tilting my head to look at the worn heeled boots she was wearing with her short denim skirt.
“Do your boots mean you are from around here?”
Instead of answering my question, she stood up on the lower rung of the bar stool and reached over the bar to swipe a shot glass. The denim strained against her ass, and I knew I shouldn’t look, but there was no way to fight that losing battle.
Jesus Christ, she’s the full package.
As she sat, she splashed tequila out of the bottle until it filled her shot glass to the rim. “Born and raised, and all I want to do is get out of this town. I’ve had enough.”
I watched as she tipped the tequila back, shooting it like an expert before smacking the glass back on the scarred wood. My attention stuck on the red lipstick print on the glass. I knew where I’d rather see those red lips.
When my dick stiffened against my zipper, I cut off that line of thinking. I wasn’t about to sit in a biker bar with a hard-on like a thirteen-year-old boy.
I dragged my gaze to her face, which was no hardship at all. Every time I looked at her, I noticed something different. The little freckle above her red lips this time.
Fucking Christ, she’s gorgeous.
She raised an eyebrow, and I realized I’d been staring at her longer than I should have. I snapped myself out of her spell and tried to remember what the fuck we were talking about.
Oh, that’s right. She wants the fuck out of Gable. That makes two of us, and I’ve only been here a few days.
“Where would you go?”
“Doesn’t matter. I’m not getting out yet. I’m stuck.” She opened her mouth to say something more, but then shook her head and snapped her mouth shut.
For some reason, I wanted to tell this girl—or by the looks of her, this woman—that I’d take her anywhere she wanted to go. But I didn’t.
“You can’t be truly stuck anywhere. You’ve got choices.”
Her blue gaze landed on me again, and I swore someone sucked all the air out of the room. Never in my life had I felt chemistry like this.
“Maybe you have choices. But all my plans went to hell tonight. The only upside? I dropped a hundred eighty pounds of dead weight.”
I was right in my initial assumption. Some asshole fucked up with this girl.His loss. My gain.
She reached for the neck of the bottle and poured another measure of tequila into her glass. When she lifted it to her lips this time, her gaze stayed locked on mine as she downed it. I lost the ability to form a complete sentence for the ten seconds it took for some douchebag to slide up next to her.
“You finally hear that asshole is fucking everything in sight? He dropped us like a bad habit when he got his chance. Shouldn’t be surprised that he dropped you too when he’s got every girl in LA trying to jump on his dick.”
The woman glanced over her shoulder at the douchebag, her shoulders stiffening. “Fuck off, Dave.”
“I’d rather fuck you, baby. Been waitin’ years for my chance to tap your sweet ass.”
“Not a chance in hell.”
Clearly these two had some kind of history, and it wasn’t my place to interfere. But when his hand shot out and wrapped around her elbow, I jumped off my stool.
“She didn’t ask you to touch her, so keep your hands off.”
Dave’s attention shifted to me, and while he was distracted, Blue jumped off her seat and slammed the heels of both her hands hard against his chest.