my original Bellevue Springs husband staring at me, only it’s not just Spencer, it’s all four of them.
The second they get my full attention, eyes begin scanning up and down my body and I want nothing more than to smack the hungry expressions off each of their faces. This honey pot is not for sale, especially to douche canoes like this.
I can’t help but look over them, and by ‘them’ what I really mean is Colton. He looks incredible, he’s practically oozing power and it speaks right to my soul. How can one person have such an effect over another without even murmuring a single word?
I wonder what would happen if I licked him right now? Nah, he probably wouldn’t like that.
One part of me wants to high-five the guy and tell him to go get it while the other part wants to push every single one of the buttons on his expensive suit and see just how far I can push him.
His suit sits over his body just perfectly and it makes me so damn hungry. He looks sharp, demanding, and completely in control. That is until I notice the tiny little CC cufflinks at his wrist and realize that on top of looking like a fucking beast, he also looks like an arrogant asshat.
The other three look like children playing dress-up with Daddy’s money while Colton Carrington looks like the fucker you don't want to be sitting across from in a boardroom meeting. Despite the smile across his handsome face, he looks dangerous. He fucking owns it and damn, it's the most attractive thing I've ever seen.
Colton oozes power and to me, nothing could be sexier.
Realizing I'm probably drooling, I pull on my game face and straighten my shoulders before his hazel eyes paralyze me. “What do you want?” I demand, my attitude coming out fast and thick as I stare down Spencer with a lethal glare.
His arm raises, holding out an empty tumbler to me and on instinct, I take it. “Scotch neat and make it quick.”
I pull back, in confusion. “Excuse me?” I question as a slight smirk plays on Colton’s lips.
Spencer stares as though I’m some kind of daft moron. “I don’t make a habit of repeating myself,” he says, dragging his gaze away from mine and rolling his eyes as he looks across at Colton. “I thought your dad only hired the best. His standards are slipping.”
Hired? The fuck? Does this fucker think I’m working at this party?
My gaze narrows on him but before I get a word out, Jude thrusts his empty glass into my other hand, and I find myself flinching from his closeness. “I’ll take a whiskey sour but go easy on the lemon.”
Charlie grins, stepping into me and lowering his voice to a seductive whisper. “I’ll just take whatever you’ve got on offer,” he murmurs, as my eyes flick around the party to notice that the other waitresses are also in black dresses with a similar cut across the chest. Their dresses are all cocktail length with thick straps over their shoulders. Honestly, while they look great, their dresses have nothing on the gown that’s currently hugging my body.
I guess on some level it makes sense for someone to mistake me as ‘the help’ but these four? No. They're just being pricks. They know damn well that I’m not working at this party.
Deciding to play their little game, I swivel my gaze to Colton. “And for you Mr. Carrington?” I question, adjusting the empty tumblers in my hands and staring heavily into his eyes, daring him to try me.
He doesn’t respond, just stares with the challenge bright in his eyes. They narrow and I watch as his chin raises. I don’t doubt he’s weighing his options. The corner of his lip lifts and just like that, it’s game time.
Excitement bubbles within me.
“Scotch neat,” he murmurs in that low, domineering tone that makes my core rattle with desperation.
I grin and just as I go to leave, Jude raises his ugly head. “What the fuck are you waiting for, help? Get out of here and make it fast. You’re not getting paid to waste my fucking time.”
I scoff under my breath and walk straight through the center of them, barging my way between Jude and Colton’s shoulders, regretting it a second later when I remember that I’ve drunk way too many of those magical fruity drinks to be making movements like that.
As I finally pass them, I hear Jude’s disgusted scoff behind