Total pages in book: 296
Estimated words: 284055 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1420(@200wpm)___ 1136(@250wpm)___ 947(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 284055 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1420(@200wpm)___ 1136(@250wpm)___ 947(@300wpm)
As he sits next to me, my nerves are in overdrive. Our arms randomly touch, causing jolts of electricity to stream through me. I don’t know what it is about him, but I’m intrigued as hell. Maybe it’s a combination of the cowboy hat and Southern accent, but he’s also drop-dead gorgeous. Add in the deep voice, plump lips, and strong jaw…well damn, I’m a goner. Just by looking at his body, I can tell he works really hard. When he lifts his fork, I see calluses on his palms. I have so many questions, and I’ve never wanted to get to know someone as much as I do him right now.
I don’t notice a ring on his left hand, not that it would matter. Lots of men come to Vegas and cheat, but Riley doesn’t seem like the type. He might be around my age, maybe a tad older, but he acts mature or at least more so than his friend. Most of the guys my age back home are nothing but fuckboys who don’t know their ass from their elbow—not relationship material at all.
Last night, Riley seemed so mysterious drinking alone. In their Wranglers and boots, he and Diesel stuck out, so it was hard not to notice him. If Summer hadn’t been so determined to go to another club, I would’ve made my way over to him. Riley saw me too, and when our eyes met, it was as if time stood completely still. Everyone else focused on Diesel, but not me. There was something about the lonely cowboy, and I needed to know more.
After we finished barhopping last night, all I could think about was the hot guy from the strip club. What are the odds that we’d find each other again in this big ass city? Out of the two of them, I know Diesel’s the troublemaker, and as he entertains my sister and her friends, I take the opportunity to chat with Riley. Being this close to him is making my heart race with nerves. Not to mention, he smells so damn good—a mix of man, leather, and a hint of cologne. I want to bottle him up and then eat him for dessert.
“So how’d you end up at a strip club?” I ask. “The real story.” I meet his baby blues again, intrigued as hell about who this man is. He’s dangerous in all the right ways. My hormones are in overdrive, and I try to snap out of it but can’t. The attraction is too strong, and by how he’s looking at me, I think the feeling is mutual.
“I dared him to sign up for the amateur contest,” he tells me with a smirk, then shrugs.
“Why wouldn’t he just refuse to do it?”
“Because he’s too proud.” Laughter escapes Riley, and it makes me smile. The man’s as genuine as they come, but I have a feeling there’s more to this story than he’s letting on.
“And I thought you were a nice guy. Sounds like you’re evil and played with his pride.”
“Hey! My mama didn’t raise no devil.” He shoots me a wink, and it causes me to blush, which he seems to enjoy.
“That’s too bad because I’m no angel,” I quip, causing him to stiffen and nearly choke on his food. I grin, amused I can affect him just as easily. Flirting with Riley is fun, though I’m not immune to him or his Southern charm.
“So where are you girls from?” Diesel asks.
“We’re from Phoenix,” Summer tells him.
“And where do you live?” I ask.
“Texas. Before you even say it, I know Imma walking, talking cliché.”
This causes me to snort. “Just a little. I think it’s mainly the hat.”
Taking it off, he sets it on the table, revealing disheveled sandy brown hair, and I want to run my fingers through it. Dark facial hair grows along his jaw and chin, and I love how rugged it makes him look. His blue eyes sparkle, and I can’t help but notice how his long eyelashes naturally curl up. Damn, he’s the whole package. I’m at a loss for words as I look at him, admiring some of his best features. All this time, he’s been hiding them under a gigantic cowboy hat. Heat rushes through my body, and I somehow force my attention away because I’m gawking.
My heart pounds rapidly in my chest, and I try to calm down so he doesn’t notice.
“So what’re you ladies up to today? Maybe we’ll see you around?” Diesel randomly throws a wink to my sister’s friends.
“Walking around and shopping, but later, we’re going on a club bus tour,” Chelsea tells him, leaning in close. She’s ready to crawl in his lap.
“Is that right?” Diesel slaps his leg. “Riley and I are going on one too. Which one did y’all book?”