Going All the Way (Knights of Passion Book 1) Read Free Page B

ever.”
    He shrugged and turned to the woman on the other side, who swayed almost as much as he did, but seemed flattered at the attention.
    “Okay, that’s it. You’re cut off.” Sophie snatched the glass away from the bartender before he could set it down then moved it out of reach. “A one-night stand is the last thing you need. As of seven o’clock tonight, you’re unemployed, remember?”
    “Not unemployed. Just no assignment. You’ve been suggesting this for years. I wasn’t ready back then.” Stacia grabbed the glass and took a healthy swallow. It was time she took control of her life, if only for one anonymous night.
    “Now you are?” Sophie frowned, looked more like a headmistress at a girls’ school than her best friend. “I meant to start with some flirting, some conversation. Not tonight. Impulsive isn’t who you are.”
    “Maybe it should be.” Stacia continued to study the man in the dark corner, heat building deep in her belly, anticipation growing, along with a reckless excitement.
    “Maybe it’s the four Southern Comfort sours talking,” Sophie insisted, her words growing more strident.
    “Does it matter?” She leaned forward slightly, displaying more than a little cleavage, exposing a hint of lace.
    “You’re not really considering this are you? Crap, you are.” Sophie grabbed Stacia’s shoulders and turned her around. “This is the alcohol talking. You’ll regret this in the morning on top of your already crappy day.”
    “He looks lonely. Maybe he could use some Southern comfort.” Stacia glanced over her shoulder, her eyes fixed on the corner booth. She slipped off the stool, and straightened her clothes, opening her blouse to hint at the cleavage exposed. A moment of nerves had her pausing. This was completely out of her comfort zone. What if he laughed at her? What if he wasn’t even looking at her? What if he took her up on her offer?
    She fiddled with the buttons again, uncertainty holding her back. “How do I look?”
    “Like you’re looking for sex.” Sophie smiled then smacked herself. “Not what I should be saying right now. This is still a bad idea, Stace.”
    “Perfect. Wish me luck.” Stacia grabbed the drink from the bar and walked toward the back booth, hips swaying in what she hoped was a provocative manner. His stare was bold and he assessed her frankly. A feral smile crossed his lips, promising wicked fun and plenty of orgasms, if she wasn’t burned by the heat. Her steps faltered and her mouth dried. She took another sip of her drink to steady her nerves.
    “Wait. Right now? How about something to eat, or another drink?” Sophie called after her, and then muttered, “Like she needs more alcohol in her system. Wait for me!”
    Stacia ignored her friend, drawn by the magnetism in the stranger, all doubts erased by the promise in his gaze.

Chapter Two
    J ason leaned back in the booth and sipped his scotch, as the woman from the bar made a path for him. The woman was pretty enough, a killer body revealed by skin tight jeans, thick wavy auburn hair that had caught his attention earlier, and sexy green eyes laser focused on him. A few seconds later, she stood next to the booth, a hint of challenge in the tilt of her chin.
    “Anyone sitting here?”
    He obligingly slid further into the booth and gestured next to him. “You are, darling.”
    “Pretty sure of yourself, aren’t you?” she almost purred.
    “You came over to me, darling. So I’m thinking things are looking up.”
    She pressed her leg against him, heat burning through the denim, reminding him of his year-long celibacy. His cock stirred, awakening a hunger deep inside. A slow, sensual burn spread from his groin in anticipation of the possibilities ahead. The perfect recreation before signing his fucking degrading contract tomorrow, selling his life, his career, and his soul. But for this one last night, he could do what he wanted.
    A blonde woman slid into the booth on his other side,