Presley didn’t have that super-manly, husky handsomeness like Dominick. But he was certainly cute in that boy-next-door kind of way, and the women in here were gushing over his smile, a set of white pearls that glowed, even in this dim room.
“Oh, honey, you’re interested, aren’t you?”
I looked at Delilah. “Me? No.”
“Riiight.” She rolled her eyes. “Do you see all those girls flocking around him? They’re not interested either.”
“Why aren’t you part of that group?”
She put her hand on my shoulder. “I don’t like my boys clean; I like them bad. And Presley is so far out of that category.”
I laughed as he happened to glance away from the girl he was speaking to, slowly looking around the room until his eyes landed on mine. His gaze was so intense, so heated, that I had to look away.
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