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yet, she still intrigued him, pulled him. He wanted her.
    Bo knew she had to know he had sat down beside her. Who else could the bartender have spoken to? She didn’t move, didn’t even turn her head just a little bit to see who had sat next to her. Hell, most normal people would look simply out of curiosity. Clearly, she was not normal. And yet, you clearly want her. Bo quickly realized how useless it was to argue with himself.
    Placing his dinner order with the bartender after receiving his drink, a thought finally occurred to Bo. With his head stuck cleverly up his ass, he had forgotten his manners. This woman was not a bull-skank. That’s probably why she had yet to acknowledge him. He was acting like a self-centered dick, and there was no excuse for that. A woman with class would have waited to be spoken to first. He took a sip of his scotch and cleared his throat.
    If he said, “Hello, beautiful,” it would sound like the usual lame pick-up line. If he said “ma’am,” she may feel that was a little too old for her taste. And, every other greeting that he could think of made his head hurt. Keeping it simple was the way to go. Shit! He was rambling in his own damn head. Concentrate, idiot!
    “Good evening.” Was that butterflies he felt? Men didn’t get butterflies when they spoke to a woman.
    He watched her every movement, eyed her slender neck as it tensed just for a moment before she relaxed. Her pencil stopped its movement. She placed it on the bar, straightened in her seat a little more before she looked up.
    And just like that, the beauty sitting next to him turned with a genuine smile on her face and spoke. “Good evening to you.” She let her eyes linger a moment longer than necessary before she slowly turned back to her sketchpad.
    Hot damn! She was downright sexy, and her mannerisms matched. She had swiveled completely around in her chair before she spoke to him. Taking in an unabashed eyeful of him from head to toe and back again. Bo took the opportunity to look at the front of her shirt, and damn if it didn’t match the back. It dipped straight down the front between her breasts. There was no way in hell she had a bra of any sort on. Although the material was thin, the only thing visible was the glistening, smooth skin that flowed between her twin mounds.
    Just that quick, he wondered what those sienna-colored breasts would feel like cupped in his hands. Did they sparkle like the rest of her skin that was exposed? He’d swear she had on some sort of shimmering body lotion. Heck, he was tanned naturally from working in the sun, but her complexion was slightly darker than his and, from what he could see, completely flawless. She wore no makeup. Only clear gloss on her lips. She was one of the few natural women he’d seen tonight. Besides the female bartender, the woman beside him was the only woman he had seen that didn’t have on makeup. She was fucking hot!
    She was a natural beauty. Her eyebrows were soft and black like her hair, and her lips were pouty and perfect. He wanted to taste them, lick them, and nibble on them. They looked lush and plump, begging to be touched. She had quickly stuck her tongue out to lick her bottom lip. Bo had felt his cock thicken from the sight and stifled a moan. He could almost feel her tongue teasing and laving at his cock.
    So far, a woman he did not know had managed to keep him, Bo Durden, in a constant state of arousal.
    With a nod, she had turned back to her sketchbook. Was she dismissing him? Hell, she had smiled when she turned to look at him. Maybe he was reading too much into this.
    “Whether you noticed or not, I didn’t speak when I first sat down, and I apologize. I was raised better than that.” He felt out of his element with that remark. He didn’t have to talk to the woman, nor should it have mattered if he had spoken or not. But, something about the beauty caused him to feel impelled to apologize. To hold her attention just a little while