f*****g goddamn disaster. Jesus Christ. How did this happen?
Nick was on auto-pilot: pouring drinks, smiling at women, taking credit cards and giving correct change. The only thing he could think about was Mia reaching up to wipe his tears, so gentle and tender, and he felt like dying of embarrassment all over again.
You are wide open, Spencer. Wide open and primed to be hurt when she moves on, or when it all ends. You f*****g i***t.
“Well, hey there, handsome.”
He blinked to clear his thoughts of Mia, and looked at the gorgeous woman in front of him.
Long blonde hair, deep tan even in December, huge breasts, slim hips. Her skirt barely covered her crotch, and that top she was wearing gave him more than a glimpse of luscious cleavage. He looked down and saw her n*****s winking up at
