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

think you’re fucking insanely gorgeous.”
    “Really?” I step towards the door.
    “Are you fucking blind?”
    “No.”
    The doorknob jiggles again.  “Let me in, sweetheart.”
    “I’m not your sweetheart,” I call through the door in a singsongy voice.
    “You could be.”
    I look up at the ceiling again and say in a mutter, “Why do guys have to be such Neanderthal assholes?”
    “Who’re you talking to sweetheart?”
    “I said I’m not your sweetheart.”
    “Come on baby,” he says really close to the door.  “Open up.  Can’t we just talk a minute?”
    “You’re not going to go away are you?”  I didn’t even try to keep the annoyance out of my voice.
    “Nope.”  I swear I hear a smug smile in his voice and it’s beginning to piss me off.
    I stomp over to the door grimacing as my tortured feet pound on the hard yellowing linoleum on the way.  Twist the lock and wrench the door open throwing it wide, crossing my arms protectively over my chest.  “Five minutes.”
    “That’s all I need baby,” he says as he saunters into the dressing room as if he walks into strippers dressing rooms every day.
    I lift one brow pleased that I’m able to pull it off when I want to.  “That’s not giving me much confidence, darlin’.”  I mock his endearment.
    He doesn’t look offended, he looks amused as hell.
    “How ‘bout a drink?”  He looks down at the pile of clothes I tossed out of my bag on the floor. 
    “I don’t know you.”  I take everything in about him within thirty seconds of him walking in the room and I would have loved to take a bit longer to peruse his killer body.  He fills out his faded jeans deliciously.  “You could be a freaking serial killer for all I know.  I’ve not watched America’s Most Wanted in a while.”
    “Cute.”  There goes that fucking cocky grin again.  “And I like me some cute.”
    “Of course you do.”  My voice chock-full of sarcasm and there is no way in hell it could hold any more.
    “My name’s Gage.”  He steps further into the room.
    “What kinda name is Gage?” I ask, tucking a strand of long black hair behind my ear.
    “Don’t ask.”  He’s so gorgeous it nearly takes my breath away.
    “I’m asking.”  I bite my lower lip, waiting. 
    “My dad hunts.”  He prowls towards me, his eyes gleaming like banked flames as he watches my teeth play with my red glossed mouth.
    My brow rises even higher.  An erotic sensation swoops through my sex as he finally raises his hooded blue eyes back to mine.  His eyes speak volumes to what he would like to do with me, or at least with my mouth.
    “As in twelve-gauge Shotgun.”
    “So, G-a-u-g-e?”
    “No, thank God, my mom stepped up.”  He smirks.  “G-a-g-e.”
    “Gage,” I repeat the name.  “I like it.  Very manly.”
    “Glad you like it.”
    “What do you do, Gage?”
    “I’m a detective for the NPD.”
    “Oh,” I try to hide my grimace.  “Do you come to strip clubs often?”  My brows lift in question.
    He shrugs.  “Not really my thing.”  I can see he’s studying me with the type of concentration that must be required for a police detective.  “A few of my buddy’s bachelor parties.  Stuff like that.”  He closes the distance between us.  “But I don’t need it to get my rocks off if that’s what you’re concerned about.”
    “You can do whatever you want.”  One shoulder lifting.
    “Good to know.”  He bends down picking up my jeans by one of the belt loops and holds them out to me.  “Put these on and come have one drink with me.”  He keeps his gaze focused on mine as he holds out a piece of my clothing only managing to remind me that I’m standing in a small room practically naked with him.
    “Are you asking or telling, Gage?”  I tilt my head back studying his reaction to my question.  I really needed to know his answer.
    “Whatever gets your ass in these jeans, your ass in my car, and your fuckin’ hot lips