and we hit it off…I could see it.
My eyes never left Graham as he continued dancing with my friends. Liv’s ass was pressed against his groin like mine was earlier, and jealousy reared its ugly head as I watched. I’d felt his erection pressing against me and wondered if she felt it too.
I couldn’t help but notice that Graham’s hazel eyes were on me and only me.
Our eyes locked from across the room, and I found it hard to breathe. My body ached with need. No one had ever looked at me the way he did. He made me feel as if he wanted me, and only me, in this crowd of beautiful women.
Liv was getting married, sure, but there were so many others to choose from. Jenny was a slim redhead who turned eyes wherever she went. She clearly had her eyes on Graham, and I knew from experience that Jenny was far less picky than me. If he gave her a similar offer, I had no doubt she would take it.
“My turn, Liv,” she cooed as if on cue. “You’ll be getting some of your sexy hubby tomorrow night. Poor little me has no one.”
I bit my lip and watched as she sidled up against Graham. Jenny and I had never been close – we were friends of Liv’s, but it felt like she was often in competition with me. I let it slide; I knew she was going through a rough time. And she was still reeling over me being selected as Maid of Honor over her.
I didn’t let it bother me – until now. Even though I admitted to myself that being jealous over the attention of a stripper seemed silly, I couldn’t shake the way Graham looked at me.
And even with Jenny rubbing against his crotch, his eyes remained on me. I knew from that look alone that I had no reason to be jealous.
When that song ended, the music stopped entirely. I’d put on five songs, and apparently, we’d reached the end of the playlist.
I’d only hired him for an hour, since the bachelorettes had other activities planned throughout the night. Our time with Graham was sadly coming to an end.
“Thank you so much, Graham. You were wonderful,” Liv said. She was sweaty, and her blonde hair was messy. She was grinning from ear-to-ear, though, which is exactly what I wanted to see from my best friend at her bachelorette party.
“I think you’ve worn the girls out,” I called out to him.
“Not me, I could go all night,” Jenny announced, turning her eyes to Graham.
But Graham didn’t even notice her. He reached for his pants and pulled them up, and I couldn’t stop staring at him. I didn’t want him to cover up. I wanted to stare at those glorious muscles and inky black tattoos all night. He had a body like Chris Hemsworth – massive and hard. He could easily take over the role of Thor with his size and fit body.
His hair was dark but trimmed close to his head. A military haircut if I ever saw one. There were hints of grey in the trimmed beard on his face, but thankfully the beard didn’t cover up his face entirely. His jaw and cheekbones appeared to be chiseled from stone, much like his chest. His face might have looked too masculine, but his eyes were friendly and soft, which was exactly what drew me to him. I was a sucker for men with sweet eyes and a kind face.
He looked too good to be real. But he was a stripper, so of course he was supposed to look good. My expectations were definitely exceeded by him, however.
Graham didn’t bother putting on his shirt before walking over to me. I had paid beforehand, but I knew it was customary to tip strippers. I reached into my purse and pulled out the cash, ready to hand it to him.
“Whoa there, beautiful,” Graham said. He had a hint of a southern accent that drove me absolutely crazy. “No need to pay me.”
“It’s just a tip for a job well-done,” I explained, holding out the cash. “You did an amazing job, and the girls all look exhausted and happy, so thank you for making our night special.”
“I don’t need a tip,” he said, not reaching for the cash. I pushed my hand forward, trying to force it into his hand, but he wouldn’t budge. He nudged it back to me gently, raising his brow and giving