Drunk Girl's Fantasies Bundle: 3 Short Story Collection (Restless, Reckless & Rowdy) (The Intoxicating Trio) Read Free

immediately capturing his deep blue eyes as he watches me, his lips curve into a deeper full-on gorgeous smirk his eyes are now warm liquid pools of fuck me.
    Pushing myself to a standing position, I pull in a breath, pivot to the curtain and sashay through the opening where I’m immediately attacked by Hailie and Georgia.
    “ Ohmy-fucking-God!”  Hailie gushes loudly.  “That was fucking amazing!” 
    Georgia turns me to her with a grip on my upper arms, shaking me hard in her enthusiasm.  “You bitch,” she teases, jabbing me in the chest with her index finger.  “You’ve been practicing and not telling a soul.”
    “Just a couple nights after class.”  I shrug, still working at evening out my breathing.  “And maybe a few extra Saturdays.  I like it.”  Gulping in air, my hand presses against my belly.  “I feel strong.  Alive.”  I reach up and pull the mask off my face leaving it dangling from my fingers. 
    Hailie jumps up and down.  “Awesome!”
    “She’s right.”  My spine stiffens at the deep, gravelly voice behind me.  No.  No.  No.  “Fuckin’ amazing.”  Right then and there I swear I’m going to kill them.
    My belly flutters.  I close my eyes and count to ten.  I’m practically naked and the only thought going through my mind right now is I really, really, really want my big Titans sweatshirt that hangs almost to my knees and to be wrapped in a big blanket on my comfortable couch.  I don’t want to be dressed this way in front of this guy.  He’s too sexy.  Too…whatever…He makes me giggly.  He makes me shaky.  He makes my knees feel like jelly.  He makes my body hot and liquidy.  Did I say hot and liquidy?   And he is making me feel all tongue-tied like a total idiot.
    With my arms crossed over my chest in the best defensive gesture I can think of at the moment, I spin as gracefully as possible on the five inch platforms and look up, up, and yes, up some more.  Yep, the bluest eyes I’ve ever seen and at this moment, I want the floor to open up and swallow me whole.
    He looks at me with a flat out smile that accentuates his dimples.  They are deep, gorgeous craters on either side of his full, yummy, undeniably kissable lips.
    “Daredevil.”  I don’t know how it’s possible, but his dimples seem to deepen a little more as his voice rumbles.  Somehow his voice permeates every nerve ending in my body, shooting sparks to places I didn’t even know could tingle.  Standing with his hands deep in the pockets of his faded jeans, his legs are planted wide with his head slightly cocked.
    I take a deep breath.  “Uh…hi.”  My brows furrow.  I lift my hand in a small gesture of greeting.  I know who he is.  My best friends know I know who he is.  And I want to know why he’s here.  Why he’s in this particular club on this particular night?  Why he’s watching me work a pole like my rent depends on it?  I know the look on my face has to be one of immense confusion. 
    “Hi.”  His look intense, his eyes flare molten hot and they’re definitely blue which I love the combination with his black hair.  A very sexy contrast.  Together we’re like dark and darker.
    My eyes move back and forth from Hailie to Georgia and back again.  They have the biggest I’m-most-definitely-up-to-something grins on their faces. 
    Dead. 
    Going to kill them dead. 
    Just as soon as I’m out of these mini torture chambers called shoes. 
    Dead.  Dead.  Dead.
    “Umm…do I know you?”  Smooth Ashley.  Act like you don’t know who the hell this man is.  Real smooth.
    “Not really.”  He reaches out and brushes a strand of hair off my perspiring forehead.
    His touch arrests me, stops me cold, speechless.  Looking back at Hailie and Georgia again the confusion etches even deeper between my brows.  One look at my friends and I know they have conspired against me.  They knew my deepest, darkest fantasies and they knew he was one of them.  I