Niko(Love Me Harder #2)(6)
Niko who had blonde hair and sea blue eyes. She loved that combination on him. It was like someone had deliberately messed with his DNA to get that color of blonde with that color of sea blue.
He could be a model. He was that hot. She grabbed her short black skirt, the one with all the zippers on it and paired it with a top that stopped at her belly button. It had two zippers placed strategically over her breasts and they did open for a peek a boo look at the girls.
Stilettos, because she could wear them. She wondered if she could get into a good restaurant looking like this and decided no, so she would skip dinner tonight. She promised herself that she would eat tomorrow.
She did her makeup and looked in the mirror. She was hot. Some man would make her forget. Life was good.
She looked at her ringing phone. Rena. She pushed the button to ignore the call and tried not to feel guilty.
Chapter Four
Dee walked into the club, knowing the crowd would be thin. It was still early. She hated to start trolling this early, but if she hadn’t left her place when she did, she might have gone crazy.
She loved the sound of the click of her heels on the hard wood floor and the look on the other women’s faces as they made quick work of letting her know which men were taken.
She was hunting and the women were aware of it. The men were aware of it too. They followed her legs and the bounce of her firm breasts. Come to momma boys. Tonight I get one of you.
The bar was angled to the right of the door instead of being in the middle. It meant that the bartender was safe with his back against the wall. He also had a chance to see who was coming in, although that was the bouncer’s job. The bouncers were damn fine too, if you liked your men big.
She liked her men to have the physique of a professional swimmer. Nice, hard and wiry, much like Niko.
She walked up to the bar to order a drink. The bartender walked up. He was nice, but too young. Still, he was tall and muscular, a nice dark chocolate mix. It had been a while since she had been with dark chocolate and hey dark chocolate wasn’t fattening.
“What can I get you, sexy lady?”
“Long island ice tea.”
“You sure?”
“Yes.”
“Anything for you.” He made the drink and passed it off, giving her hand a slight caress before he headed down to the other side of the bar.
“Hi.”
She turned around and looked into the face of a handsome male. He stood around six foot, nice. He had deep brown eyes and beautiful milk chocolate skin. She must really be hungry. She had that pastry early this morning followed up by a donut at work. She really would eat tomorrow.
“Hi yourself.” She flashed her white teeth and batted her eyes. He had potential. She would have to rub up against him to get all the pertinent details. It seemed so unfair that men knew exactly what they were getting, but women had to guess.
“What’s a beautiful woman like you doing buying your own drink?”
“I was wondering the same thing.”
“Dance?”
“Yes.”
She followed him out to the dance floor, after downing the drink. She never left a drink unattended if she was going to drink from it again.
“I have never seen you here before.”
“This is my first time.” The music was fast and she was enjoying keeping up with him. He was a good dancer. “I heard some of the people I work with talking about this place and knew I needed to check it out.”
“Glad you came out. What do you think about it?”
“Well it’s a little slow, but it’s still early. Having said that, I like it so far. The band is good. Do they play here all the time?”
“On the weekends they do. During the week, the owners use a deejay.”
“That’s better than canned music.”
The band played a slow song and he drew her into his arms. She smiled and stepped closer. Please don’t disappoint me baby. She plastered her body against him and moved. Damn, he didn’t swing for her team. Nothing not even a pretense of hardness. She looked up at him.
The look of shame on his face brought her out of herself. “Stop that.” She whispered in his ear. “You are who you are.”
He looked at her, the look of shock apparent on his face. “I’m sorry.”
“Don’t be, there is someone out here you want and it is not me. Whoever he or she is, I think you should be dancing with them. Maybe that man sitting over there, staring a hole through me?”
She backed away, a look of regret on her face. She didn’t mess with married men and she didn’t mess with the ones who were in love with someone else. She turned away and went to get another drink.
“Didn’t work out?” Her young bartender was back.