Page 63 of For One Night

“No, he isn’t.”

I turn to find the most breathtaking woman I’ve ever laid eyes on standing in front of me. Forget about the whole judging thing I mentioned. No one compares to this one.

I refuse to look away, and I continue to gaze into her eyes as I answer, “It appears I am not.”

“Who’s this?” the blonde snaps.

The brunette closes the space between us. “I’m the one he’s been looking for.”

“Yes, I believe you are.”

Her lip quirks. “Shall we?”

“Most definitely.” I set my drink down without another thought but following her wherever she goes.

She glances over her shoulder; her hair falls off and swings behind her. “I wanted to make sure you were coming.”

“Oh, I’m coming.” My cock twitches as I watch her full hips swing.

She turns around, walking backward. Her legs are so long and tanned, I can’t help but gawk. “Are you checking me out?”

“Damn straight.” My eyes blaze a trail down her body before fluttering back to hers. “I’m not sure if I should marry you or fuck the innocence out of you.”

Her dress shifts, riding high up her thigh. Her breasts sway with every step she takes, and I’m entranced. She stops in front of me, and her eyes smolder, igniting a fire I may never get to extinguish.

She tilts her head. “Where to?”

“Anywhere.”

She snickers, flashing me a mega-watt smile. “Up or out?”

“Out,” I reach for her hand. Wrapping her fingers around my arm. “you’re too fucking hot to waste in a room.”

Her laughter fills the air, making my pulse race. “I can’t say I expected that response.”

“I can’t say I planned it.” I hail a limousine, holding onto her until it stops in front of us.

“I was taught to never get in a car with a stranger.” Her hazel eyes sparkle.

I release her hand, and moving in front of her, I offer it to her again. “Lennox.”

“Well played, Lennox.” She smirks, drawing my eyes to her mouth before taking my hand. “Lola.”

“Lola.” Heat radiates through my chest. “May I?” I step to the side, holding her hand, so she can slide into the car.

“Thank you.”

I get in, giving her room in the seat. I don’t want her to feel uncomfortable, but I can’t help wanting to be closer to her.

“Pleasure or business?”

Her head whips around. “Excuse me?”

“I mean, are you here on business or is it pleasure?” I stumble over my words, sounding like an idiot.

“Girls weekend.” As soon as she says it, a frown mars her beauty. “Excuse me one second.” She takes her phone out, typing out a quick text.

“Did you forget to tell your boyfriend you were leaving?”