His face was so handsome that it was hard for me to look away long enough to examine the rest of him. That too had been a treat, I watched as the muscles hidden under that finely tailor tuxedo move with every step. I am telling you, for a man who works at a desk, he has a lot of muscles. I thought they were big the first day, but as he walked I could see them all. I had the strangest urge to let him touch me with those strong hands, to let myself feel him and all that strength.
Oh shit, he caught me staring. I flushed and looked around the room and was grateful that everyone else had been looking at the bride and groom. For the rest of the ceremony I didn’t see him again, well I forced myself not to look, but I could feel his eyes on me. I hid from him most of the dinner at the reception, dancing just started when he approached.
“So you are the lovely, Evie.” Damn, my light skin turned, I am sure, bright red as I stood there talking to Rory Connors. He was a nice guy, not like his slutty cousin who was spending the next month or so killing time, waiting for her trial for trying to kill Kara, my new sister-in-law.
Time to put my game face on, “I don’t know about lovely, but yes I am Evelyn. Mr. Montgomery, this Rory Connors.” I wonder if I could be terse enough to get rid of him. My shitty attitude scared most men away.
“Mr. Connors, it’s nice to meet you and it would be a hell of a lot nicer if you would get lost.” My eyes opened wide in shock and anger.
“Excuse you! Who the hell do you think you are? It would be nicer if you were gone. Rory and I were busy talking.” I was pissed as I narrowed my eyes at him. Did they have no manners in Chicago? Rory was smiling, uh-oh that might not be good. He was known to be a bit short tempered, nice, but short tempered.
“Haha, Mr. Montgomery, I think you have been off more than you can chew. Best of luck, she’s something else.” Rory shook his head, smirked and walked away, he stopped and turned back and I thought maybe he was going to knock Montgomery out, but he looked at me and said, “Be nice, kiddo and by the way, it’s nice to see you dressed like a beautiful young lady.” Rory winked and turned and left.
What the hell had I missed? I knew Rory had no interest in me, his feelings lie elsewhere, but to warn this ass about my temper. Well, city boy is going to get a taste of the true me.
“David,” I gave him attitude as I said his name. “I don’t know who the hell you think you are, but you could just move on. I am not interested. I want a cowboy not some man who sits in an office all day and getting his nails done. So beat it, bub.”
I pointed my finger in his chest and all I got was a chuckle, then he said, “Bub, wow. Evie, my sweet little devil, I know all about the tomboy routine and if you think your attitude is going to scare me, you are wrong. I grew up on the Southside of Chicago, there isn’t anything you got that is going to run me off.” He got all up near me and I wanted to pull him close, and at the same time I wanted to knock him on his ass for being so damn smug.
“We’ll see, you will be running back to the city for a city whore soon.” I tried to not think about what I was saying because the thought of it was not something I would like to consider.
“How about you put away the claws and dance with me.” I didn’t get a chance to refuse when he dragged me out on the dance floor. Damn him, I couldn’t make a scene. My parents warned me to behave. Like I misbehaved at all in the last like two months or so.
“Before you say some smart ass shit, stop now. I am not above spanking that ass of yours.” I left my mouth open. I didn’t know what to say. He just threatened to spank me and for some reason it sounded like a good thing. When he pulled me close, I could smell his cologne and his natural male aroma. It was heady as fuck. I wasn’t interested. I am not interested. I don’t want to be interested. Damn, I was very interested. “I don’t want to dance with you.” I was lying my ass off.
“Yeah well, I don’t want to be falling for a girl nearly half my age.” Oh shit, damn, my face was going to be in a perpetual shade of red. The man was smooth.
“Save your bullshitting ass flirtin’ for some other little lass down here. I am on to you.”
“Are you really? I don’t think so.” He pressed me tightly against him and whispered, “I want you to be on me.” I shivered at his nearness. I was a damn pathetic mess.
“Tell me besides trying to bite guys heads off what do you do for fun?”
“I like to have barbecues where I roast their nuts on a spit.” My biting words were having the opposite effect on this ass. Placing his forehead on mine he said in a whisper, “I am looking forward to your spit on my nuts,” I flushed in outrage and tried to head butt him, but he moved out of the way.