THE CRAZY GOOD SERIES - Rachel Robinson Page 0,9

the guys. I think she will turn me down and it pisses me off. Her friend leaves and starts dancing with a girl in a tiny skirt. Blue Eyes looks at them longingly. She bites her bottom lip. The thought of my dick in her mouth pops into my mind.

“A martini. Vodka. No ice. No olives. Dirty,” she says, leaning in. Barely suppressing a groan, I order her drink and motion for her to take the seat next to me at the bar. Sitting is the only thing I’ll be able to do while I’m around this girl. The supreme cock tease. That’s exactly what the guys would call this one.

My goal tonight is to figure out just how challenging this will be. One should always know exactly what they’re fighting for. Once I fixate on something I don’t stop until I get it perfected. I want to perfect fucking Blue Eyes. Then, once I reach that goal, I’ll find a new one. Something or someone more complicated. The women shouldn’t be offended. It’s how my entire life is. One set of hurdles followed by more and more and more. Now, at almost thirty I’m pretty perfect at a lot of fucking things. I may not be a good guy, but I am fucking perfect. Maverick Hart’s luck doesn’t ever run dry.

“Name?” she asks, staring into her martini glass. I chuckle.

“What do you want it to be?” If looks could kill, I’d be doubling over in pain.

“I don’t want it to be anything. It is rude not to introduce yourself. After all, you’ve already offered the rental of your mouth and/or dick for the night without even telling me your name,” she says, grimacing. Damn. She reads between the lines better than I thought.

“I don’t rent out my body parts, Windsor. I loan my services. My name is Maverick and I do not want to loan to you. I don’t think you have a large enough down payment. Too much liability,” I tease. Her face drops. She looks surprised by my cavalier sex talk. So, she’s guarded and innocent. “So what does Windsor, who does not like to be objectified, do for a living?” I ask.

She runs her forefinger around the rim of her glass. I shift in my seat. She notices. A smile crosses her lips. “I balance risks and liabilities,” she says, tilting her head to the side. Her brown hair swings around her shoulder. I smile so she’ll continue and so I can hide the God damned lust I feel. “I’m an accountant, Maverick. A CPA. I deal with other people’s money for a living. What about you?” she asks.

Cock Polishing Assistant. The abbreviation wiggles in my mind, but the second she says what she does I’m already trying to think of what I can do to force her to see me again. The ideas are endless now that I know her profession.

She raises her eyebrows as she waits for me to tell her what I do. I think she already knows. She saw the guys I arrived with. It’s not really a secret. Just in case she really is clueless, I play the subtle card. “Oh, you know. I’m Navy,” I say, sipping on water.

She nods, smiles, and brings her lips to her glass, draining it in one large gulp. “I knew it,” she says, after taking a large breath. I raise my eyebrows. She glances over at Stone and his wife Morganna, lifting her small hand to wave in their direction.

I follow her gaze and see a stony-faced Morg. She knows I’m a womanizer. She knows my game. Windsor must be her friend. Shit. Shit. Shit. Bad news. Stone smiles and then forces Morg to kiss him, all tongue and groping hands. Only Stone has that kind of control over that wild card. I’ll have to ask him to smooth my way with Windsor. I want this and I want her more than anything I’ve wanted in a while. It confuses me and excites me at the same fucking time. A new, shiny toy.

Windsor clears her throat. “Well, I think I’ve had enough fixing for tonight.” She stands to go and I grab her wrist. She’s warm and soft against my huge calloused hand. Delicate. Fragile. Perfect for fucking. I stand in front of her, towering over her slight frame. I know the masses of easy fucks are just behind me, but I want this one. I want Windsor. I study her profile as she