Author Brittney Sahin
…Even if he wasn’t good for her, he couldn’t seem to stop himself from flirting, from wanting more of her.
“Here,” she said when his lips remained glued shut.
He blinked and looked down to see three darts in her palm.
He set down his drink, took the darts, then positioned himself at the line and threw the first one.
“What? No bullseye?” Her hands went to her hips, and she flashed him a smile.
He sucked in a sharp breath, glanced back at the dart board, then closed his eyes and tossed the second dart. Then the third.
“Wow.” She clapped her hands when he reopened his eyes. She edged closer to the dart board to view the two darts that had landed dead center next to each other. “That’s kind of hot, not gonna lie.” She pulled them free and strode back toward him. “Twenty bucks you can’t do it again.”
He laughed. “I thought we weren’t betting.”
“On my skills, no.” She pursed her lips, her eyes moving to the ink on his arm.
She wanted him. And in his drunk ass state last night, he’d felt it then, too.
He didn’t want to hurt her, though, and so, maybe it was better she didn’t remember much of Vegas. Maybe she’d be able to move on easier than he could.
At the feel of someone’s eyes on him, he turned to catch Emily’s bodyguard observing them from across the room. “Why do you really have the bodyguard?”
FINDING HER CHANCE – JUNE 6TH: mybook.to/FHChance
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