Angelina
Oh, lordy.
Jared, the beefy bouncer with the tattoos and dark flirty manner has me all a-flutter. My butt stings where he smacked me and I don’t have to look to know he left a big, red print for all to see.
I have a feeling that was his intention.
Damn my fair, red-headed complexion, because the flush creeping up my neck and spreading across my face is probably visible for all to see.
I watch him disappear into the crowd, disappointed he doesn’t look back. The man is beautiful. A perfect specimen of raw masculinity. He’s rough-mannered and tattooed, but damn, he has enough charm to take all the edges off what might otherwise be an intimidating presence.
And wow, that little show of force with the guy who was bugging me?
Total turn-on.
I turn my head to catch the eyes of th
