I have never met someone so impulsive in my life. She drags me into her room and slams the door, hard, in the face of her boyfriend, or ex-boyfriend. I don’t know. I don’t care. Then she turns, and freezes.
A towering stranger stands just a breath away in the dim light of the hotel room. Her shoulders rise, eyes wide, breath caught. Just like a bunny.
My smile spreads with teeth. This little bunny wants me to eat her. But her actions don’t line up. She’s scared and daring in the same breath, talking about how she doesn’t do one-night stands. I step in closer, studying her.
Red hair, too red, like it’s bleached, pinned up with little pearl flowers. Pretty. Cute. Her gown, same color, clings to her full chest. My gaze lingers there. I like that part. Everything else? Not my type.
I don’t
