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I have to pick my jaw up off the floor.
Her smile is radiant. It lights up the whole fucking room. I never thought I'd see the day where the first thing I was drawn to was a smile.
I've been called embarrassingly shallow because the kind of girls I'm into are the kinds found on Instagram.
I could care less than they're fake, they look like a good fuck.
Maybe that's why I got in trouble when I tried serious relationships because I picked that same type of girl to settle down with.
I met Ashlyn in Barbados, shooting photos for Maxim and social media. There was instant attraction and she was in my bed that night. She wasn't the best fuck I'd ever had but she was definitely one of the prettiest. Her body had been a thing of perfection.
She'd had a ton of plastic surgery but I didn't care. I liked having a model on my arm; eye candy and head turns. We were a stunning couple. The amount of attention we got was staggering and it stroked my ego, satisfying my need for recognition.
Regret suddenly hits me. It took me one year, three weeks, and two hours to realize what I should've seen before: she kept waiting for my status to rise, purely for her benefit. When it didn't...
I learned the hard way that her shallowness bled over into every part of her life. She'd been pretty damn beautiful but the first impression I had of her was tainted by the person she turned out to be.
I shake her from my thoughts. I need to get past Ashlyn. I eye the sexy brunette with the beautiful smile sitting on the other end of the bar.
Maybe she could be the catalyst.
Getting her into my bed shouldn't be too hard. I've never had trouble with women. I know I'm a good looking guy and that can make me cocky but I like to think of it as confidence.
I lean my arms on the bar top, watching her from the other side.
She's gorgeous. Really gorgeous. I rub my chin, studying her. My eyes trace her curves, finding them... finding her...intriguing...
Odd.
I'm not much for curves. Sure, I like my women to have something I can grab but a handful is more than enough.
There's an aura about her that I can't place.
My thoughts are interrupted by the sudden clinking of glass. My eyes are drawn down to her fingers, her long nails tapping on her cup.
I run my hands through my hair a few times before and adjust my shirt before moving down the bar a few feet until I can hear her clearly over the music.
"Hey, would it be possible to have this charged to my room?... Room 156." Her voice is low; sultry. I catch myself biting my lip. I watch as the bartender scrolls over the bar's tablet before he shakes his head.
"All tabs have to be paid nightly and there's a daily limit." I don't miss the way his eyes sneak down to her breasts. "It looks like you've gone over yours."
I can't help chuckle at her reaction. She's definitely irritated but her scowl makes her look about as annoyed as a puppy who can't catch their tail.
Adorable.
She nibbles on her lip with those perfect teeth and I feel a twitch in my pants. I suddenly envision myself biting that lip while thrusting into her. I bite back a groan. It's been months since I got laid and I need to get my dick wet.
Ashlyn kept making excuses about why we couldn't meet. She was traveling and all that shit. We'd gone to dinner only after she had supposedly just gotten back from a job in Italy. I was hoping to get some that night but...
I open my mouth before I can think it through.
I let out a throaty growl, "Put the lady on my tab."
𝘞𝘩𝘰𝘢𝘩, 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘥𝘪𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮?
She freezes, pink suddenly coloring her cheeks.
I move closer to her, my fingers tracing the backs of the chairs as I pass. The closer I get, the sexier she becomes. Her dark hair is pinned up into a fancy updo, little curls escaping here and there.
Her dress wraps around her curves, flattering every single one. A floral scent invades my senses, further drawing me in.
I slide into the seat next to her, resting my elbow on the bar, watching her. I'm pretty blatant about my interest but she's the only thing worth even looking at.
She glances over at me. Her eyes widen and her head snaps forward before I can get a good look at her.
I lean a little closer. "Hey beautiful." She smells amazing. The scent of what has to be jasmine fills the air.
She stares down at her cup, fingers wrapped around the base of the glass, completely silent.
𝘖𝘬𝘢𝘢𝘢𝘢𝘺...
Is she ignoring me? The only thing that even shows me that she heard me is the bit of pink on her cheeks.
My confidence falters. I haven't been ignored by a girl since I was in middle school and it's not a feeling I miss.
She finally decides to take a look at me. Really look at me. My eyes drop down to her bust. My cock twitches and is close to turning into a full blown hard-on. I want to run my hands over her and worship her breasts until I make her cum.
She stares at me, studying me, curiosity in her eyes. A look of lust suddenly crosses her face. She runs her eyes over my body, clearly checking me out. The tinge of pink turns into a full on pastel on her cheeks.
Her dress is low cut, her breasts almost spilling over the top. My dick is suddenly hard as a rock. She's even prettier close up. Golden brown eyes, full lips; her top lip slightly larger than her bottom, giving her a sensual look.
We stare at each other, the heat between us slowly building.
𝘐 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘴𝘢𝘺 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨. I can't take my eyes off her mouth, wanting to suck on her bottom lip.
"Where are you from?"
She side eyes me before turning her head and looking around the bar. She turns back to me and raises an eyebrow, a hint of confusion on her face.
"Are you talking to me?"
I'm surprised but I keep the smirk on my lips. I've never had a woman do this to me. Being questioned by a woman I'm giving attention to is...
𝘗𝘭𝘢𝘺 𝘪𝘵 𝘤𝘰𝘰𝘭.
"Well..." I run a hand through my hair and I hear her suck in a breath.
I chuckle. For all her bravado, I still have an effect on her.
She's going to know just how much of an effect I can have by the end of the night.