Foolish Expectations Read Free

the entire bar came to a standstill. She slapped both hands on the table in front of her and glared at him. “Thank you, then…you egotistical jerk!”
    Nash choked on his beer. “Wait. What?”
    “Thanks for wasting ten minutes of my life I’ll never get back. If I had wanted to have this pointless conversation with you, I’d have invited you over here myself. But since I didn’t, you decided to prove what a stud you are.”
    He shook his head. “Now, wait just a damn min—”
    “Isn’t that what you are around here—the Thoroughbred stallion running fast and free with all the loose fillies?”
    He looked unsure how to respond. “I...uh…”
    “Well, I hate to screw up your breeding plans, Bucko, but you can get lost. This filly has nothing to offer you.” As if the cocky sonofabitch couldn’t help himself, his gaze lowered, pissing her off more. “Stop staring at my boobs. I didn’t dress this way for you. In fact, let’s get something else straight. I’m not your darlin’, your sweetheart, or some drunk chick you can persuade into going home with you.”
    He peered around and seemed to realize everyone in the bar was staring at them. His expression hardened. “You done yelling at me yet?”
    Breathing a little harder than before, Bailey composed herself and smoothed out her dress. “If you men wouldn’t dangle your manhood out there for everyone to see, then you wouldn’t have to worry about some woman wrapping her teeth around it.”
    Nash stared at her for a moment, then smirked. “Was that an offer?”
    A couple of men playing pool nearby chuckled.
    “Jesus. You’re impossible.” She grabbed her purse and stormed out.
     

 
     
    Chapter Two
     
    Nash Sutherland shook his head.
    Hell, all he had done was buy her a beer and rescue her from some pervert with his hand halfway up her skirt. If she’d wanted to verbally assault someone, that dickhead should’ve been the one on the receiving end. But, no. She’d yelled at him instead. Publicly. Like he was the pervert. The little blonde spitfire had unleashed her fury on the wrong man.
    Sure, for a brief moment, he might have wondered how soft the inside of her thighs were and how they’d respond to his tongue trailing up them into parts unknown. But it wasn’t like he’d done it.
    Nash might have come on a little strong and pushed his way over to her table, even after she’d declined the beer he’d tried to buy her, but he would never have forced himself on her like that shit-for-brains had. And after the way she’d yelled at him, Nash had been inclined to let her storm off. Insane-ass woman.
    But seconds after the angry blonde disappeared out the front door, he caught sight of Richard slipping out a side exit with a sinister grin on his face.
    Fuck.
    The girl obviously didn’t want company—his or anyone else’s, for that matter—but she was damn sure going to get it, whether she liked it or not. Nash jumped out of his chair and went after her.
    She made it to the parking lot before he caught her. His hand shot out and latched onto her wrist, turning her around. “Wait a minute.”
    “Let go of me.”
    When she jerked her arm, he tightened his grip. He didn’t see Richard anywhere, but he wasn’t about to let her keep walking farther away from the safety of the bar…or him. “Hold on. I need to talk to you.”
    She tried to wrench herself loose, but he held on. Out of frustration, she swung at him with her free arm. All he could do was keep a tight hold on her and block her flailing limbs. “Damn it! What’s your problem, lady?”
    She gritted her teeth. “I asked you to let go of me.”
    “No, you didn’t. You ordered me to. Look, I’m not going to hurt you. I just need to tell you something.”
    “I don’t have to listen to anything, you stupid asshole.”
    This time, she swung her purse, clocking him in the cheek before he could duck. And then, as if being bitch-slapped with a brick wasn’t bad enough, the enraged