Vincent gave a slight nod. “I don’t have anyone in my inner circle. You’re lucky you have someone.”
“What about Jax?”
“I’m close to him, but I can never have a son in that circle. I have to be a role model to them. My skeletons need to remain hidden away.”
“You don’t seem like a man who has skeletons.”
He nodded to a woman who walked by, a pretty lady who flashed him a smile. He turned back to me. “Everyone has skeletons, Thorn. If you don’t, you aren’t that interesting.”
That was true. “I’m glad you and Diesel are getting along. Your fight was getting bloody.” I looked past his shoulder as my eyes settled on a curvy woman with dark hair. It was in open curls, luscious and shiny. In a skintight black dress that showed her flat stomach and tight ass, the woman was beautiful from head to toe. My gaze turned back to Vincent, only because I forced it to.
“I’m grateful to move on. I became a different person in my rage. I got carried away…”
My eyes shifted back toward the woman as she turned around. She was speaking to a man in a suit, but I didn’t pay attention to his face. All I cared about was her. With bright green eyes, a few freckles on her cheeks, and plump lips, she was the center of attention for the entire room. Most of the men were looking at her.
Ms. Alexander.
I hadn’t expected her to be there that night. Once I realized it was her, my cock hardened in my slacks automatically. Like she was the only woman in the world who had control over it, she could manipulate it with just a smile. My slacks suddenly tightened in front as my gaze took her the swell of her tits and the curve of her hips. “We all get carried away from time to time…”
I finished my glass of scotch before I moved in.
I approached her from the left, just as she finished her conversation with one of the Rocker brothers. It would be easy for me to ignore her since there was nothing to say, but my cock certainly couldn’t stop thinking about her.
And the way she stared at my crotch.
It would be one thing if she’d simply glanced at him, but her stare lasted for several seconds. A new blush entered her cheeks, and her eyes intensified in eagerness. I wasn’t ashamed of the monster cock outlined in my slacks, and she obviously wasn’t ashamed to look at him either.
Sexy.
I didn’t think anything would ever happen with this woman, but that didn’t stop me from walking up to her. She was smarter than the women I usually bedded, blazing with obvious self-respect. She could have any man she wanted, and she was probably looking for a renowned intellectual who would settle down with her. She could demand a commitment out of anyone and get it in a second.
But that wasn’t me.
She must have felt me staring at her because her gaze shifted in my direction. She must have seen me earlier because she didn’t seem remotely surprised by my presence. Or she was just exceptionally good at wearing a poker face. She held a glass flute of bubbling champagne, and a slight smile formed on her lips at the sight of me. She could be so sexy without even trying. If her scientist gig didn’t work out, she could be a model if she wanted.
I stopped in front of her, my hands resting in my pockets. I didn’t shake her hand because it didn’t feel right.
We were beyond shaking hands.
Now that I was face-to-face with her, seeing those thick eyelashes and sexy eye makeup, I didn’t have anything to say. Staring at her was enough entertainment for me. I didn’t know if it was her rigid backbone or the elegant posture, but something stole my entire focus. I’d never been around a woman more certain of herself. Most of the people in this room were male business tycoons with their trophy wives, but she didn’t seem even slightly intimidated. Her strength was sexy, her confidence hypnotizing.
She was one hell of a woman.
A minute had passed, but I didn’t speak. My eyes remained glued to hers, the intensity only increasing.
She didn’t stiffen at my penetrating gaze. She didn’t break eye contact or even blink. She stayed strong, not bowing to anyone.
Not bowing to me.
She refused to speak first, and I knew it was because she wanted to maintain the power in the situation.
I’d gladly give it to her. “Are you having a good time?” I wanted to say she looked beautiful, but a gorgeous woman like her didn’t need to hear the compliment—for the hundredth time that night. She noticed every single stare that came her way. She knew she was the object of a lot of men’s fantasies. She was too much of a genius not to pick up on it. So she didn’t need to hear me say it. All she had to do was look down—and she would know how I felt about her.
“Good champagne and good company.” She took a sip then licked her lips.
I watched her tongue swipe across her bottom lip, and I immediately thought about that sweet mouth around my cock. I’d jerked off to her early that morning, and I felt like doing it again. Or better yet, getting the real thing. “Are you here with anyone?” I’d never considered it before, but she was probably seeing someone. A woman like her couldn’t stay single long.
“No.”
It was a good answer, but it didn’t answer the question I really wanted to know.
“How’s Titan doing?”
“Well. She’ll be at home for another month before
