The Golden Garza by S. Ann Cole

Author:S. Ann Cole [Cole, S. Ann]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: S. Ann Cole
Published: 2023-01-07T00:00:00+00:00

BLACK JEANS, BLACK blazer, dark-gray dress shirt with the two top buttons undone, affording a peek of a gold necklace. All fitted impeccably across a broad chest, broader shoulders, and strong thighs.

The man is built like a god, all right?

Straight up lickable.

The dress code is semi-formal, and although I’m not much of a formal event attender, I do have an online shopping addiction, and thus a lot of never-worn formal dresses to choose from. But I brought only a few with me to LA. All of which Tripp hates, on the basis that they’re “too revealing.” So I give up and let him choose for me. A wine-purple number with long sleeves and a deep-plunging neckline. The clingy material falls below my ankles, but the long slit up my left thigh makes up for the length.

Even as we leave the room, he gripes, “You live in New York. Why don’t you have…winter clothes?”

He’s been making it difficult not to laugh at him. “I do. But why would I have brought them when winter in the desert is summer?”

His perturbed gaze drops to my exposed cleavage. “Jesus.”

“Look, I work hard for this body,” I tell him as we enter the elevator. “So I enjoy showing it off. I’m proud of it. Have you not seen my Instagram?”

“Yeah, but you’re behind a screen, where fuckers can only look and dream.” He shakes his head and mumbles under his breath, “How do men in ‘relationships’ deal with this?” He hits the floor number with more force than necessary. “If you were my woman, this shit would make me homicidal. No fucking way.”

Thanks for the clarification that I’m not your woman. “Eh, that’s a you problem. Maybe I’ll meet someone tonight who knows how to handle a woman who enjoys showing off her figure.”

As the doors are sliding shut, another man strolls by with an automatic rifle.

“As a heads-up,” Tripp says, “every male guest at this party is a criminal, so stick close to me, and if anyone engages you, stick to small talk. Offer no information about yourself. You’re just my date.”

“Are you saying that so I don’t go off and find someone who can handle”—I run my hands along my curves—“all this?”

In a flash, he has me pinned against the stainless-steel wall. “You like to play fucking games, Sunny.”

“And you like to pretend you don’t want me more than you really do.”

“I barely fucking tolerate you.”

“You wanna eat my pussy, though.”

He arches a brow. “Where’d you get that idea?” One corner of his mouth hitches cruelly. “Stop confusing your fantasies with reality.”

What? Did I imagine his words earlier? He did say them, right? Or is he screwing with my head again?

Headfucker!

The elevator stops and the doors open.

He releases me but moves in even closer to bring his mouth to within a hairsbreadth of mine. “Do it, Sunshine. Go talk to the man whose tongue you want me to cut out tonight.”

With that, he steps back, eases me off the wall, then guides me out with his hand at my back.

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