when he glanced at the entrance. Holy shit. Just when he’d given up and figured he would have to settle, in walks a woman wearing a pair of stilettos on long gorgeous legs that went all the way under a dress that was way too short to be considered decent.
And he liked it.
When she paused in the doorway and glanced around, he bet the penis of every male in the place got hard. Lordy, she was hot. And when she began walking toward an empty table, his erection began throbbing like it was about to explode. She had that seductive walk in those shoes down to an art form. And he could just imagine getting some of that.
His lips curved into an I-want-you smile. This was the woman he was going home with tonight.
* * *
Jules settled in at the table feeling tired and frustrated. This was the third club she’d been to tonight and still no luck in finding Mr. Asshole. But she had run into a couple of his cousins, she thought, remembering the two men who’d tried coming on to her at the last club and wouldn’t take no for an answer. She ended up kneeing both really hard in the balls before they understood she was not a woman to be manhandled. Now one of her knees felt sore, her feet hurt and she...
She looked up when a glass of wine was placed in front of her, and a man slid into the seat opposite her. She blinked. Okay, it wasn’t Mr. Asshole Number One, the man she had spent most of the night looking for, but she wondered if she’d run into another cousin.
“And what is this?” she asked, frowning down at the drink.
The man smiled at her, and she tried keeping her insides from quivering. He was definitely a cutie. “Your drink. I ordered it for you. You look thirsty.”
“Do I?”
“Yes.”
He had a pair of gorgeous eyes, light brown in color, and he smelled good. Just as good as he looked. If she didn’t have another club to hit tonight, she would hang around and get to know him. But she had a job to do. Besides, he was kind of pushy, and she didn’t like pushy men.
“Thanks for the drink, but no thanks. I order my own. Do I look stupid?”
Her question seemed to take him aback a little, but he quickly recovered. “No, you look highly intelligent.”
“In that case, then you should know that an intelligent woman would never accept a drink from a stranger. For all I know, you could have loaded that drink with Ecstasy.”
He chuckled. “I wouldn’t do that.”
“I don’t know you well enough to agree,” she said.
Dalton licked his lips, deciding he liked her. She had a mouth on her, but he could definitely put that mouth to other uses than talking. “Okay then, order your own drink.”
“I will.” She then got the attention of a waitress.
“Yes, may I help you?” the waitress asked.
Before Jules could open her mouth, the stranger cut in. “The lady doesn’t want that drink. Give her another and put it on my tab.”
Jules opened her mouth to tell the man she could pay for her own drink, but then she changed her mind. She had no problem with a man buying her a drink. She would enjoy it, and then she would leave to go to that next club. And she hoped Mr. Asshole was there.
She gave the waitress her order and glanced up to find the stranger staring at her. “So, what’s your name?” he asked
Jules wished his voice didn’t sound so sexy. “You don’t need to know my name, and I don’t need to know yours.”
“Why would you think that?”
When the waitress set the drink in front of her, Jules took a sip and sighed deeply. She needed that. “Because I came here looking for a man.”
A smile spread across Dalton’s lips. “The last time I looked I had all the necessary parts.”
Jules rolled her eyes. “A particular man,” she clarified. “You aren’t him, so I plan on enjoying this drink and then moving on.”
“If your guy stood you up, then...”
“Then nothing. Look. Don’t waste your time hitting on me. I’m not interested.”
“You’re not?”
“No.”
Dalton’s face split into a wide grin. Maybe he should be offended, but instead he was amused. This woman with the short, barely there dress and long, gorgeous legs had not only piqued his interest, she had all kinds of fantasies floating around in his head. Like the