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Smirking jackass. Oh, so he thought I would have already fallen at his feet by now like the entire female population that constantly surrounded him.
“Is that what you think? That it bothers me that you haven’t spoken to me before? You’re mighty fond of yourself. Perhaps I should call you King Damon?”
He threw his head back in laughter. I loved the sound.
“You said it, not me, and I don’t hate you. Let’s be real clear on that.”
He looked me up and down as his eyes raked over my body then slowly moved his gaze toward my eyes and smirked at me. There it was — finally. That sexy smirk he threw to all his conquests. Poor thing, didn’t even know who he was messing with. He may have been the hottest guy I had ever seen — and maybe even the most charming — but I had way more self-control than to fall for his shit.
I hoped so anyway, because I was banking on enough control over my own body to not fall at his feet. “But you have to admit King Damon does have a nice ring to it.” I’ll play his game.“Oh my gosh! Damon-freaking-Black has actually spoken to me.” I threw my head back and fake-fanned myself. “I guess from all your lady groupies this is about the time you expect me to run out and go get your name tattooed on my body.”
Damon was sipping on his beer and sprayed some of it down the front of his shirt. He covered his mouth, all the while choking and laughing at the same time. He quickly got himself in check, much faster than I ever could if that had happened to me.
“Wow, feisty,” he murmured as he took his palms and wiped his mouth.
“Something wrong, King Damon?” I batted my eyes at him. Damon leaned into me, and how someone who was just drinking a beer, and had been inside a bar all night smelled delicious, I had no clue, but he sure did.
“Ass… since it’s my name I should get an input on where it goes, don’t you think? I want to see it too,” he whispered seductively. His eyes pierced mine. “Ariel, tell me something. Would that be your first tattoo, or do you have others?”
“You’ll never know, but I’ll tell you one thing…”
“Yeah?” He arched his eyebrows. “What’s that?”
“If I’m ever stupid enough to get a man’s name tattooed on my ass…” I paused just for dramatic purposes, just to make him think as I leaned toward him and whispered, “… I promise it won’t be yours.” The sexy facial expression he was wearing turned into a cold glare as he narrowed his eyes on me. Yup, there it was. That was how I was used to him looking at me. Game point, Ariel!
“Can it be mine, Ariel?” Xavier laughed. I wasn’t even aware we had an audience listening to our conversation. I cut my eyes toward him to tell him to shut up, and, if looks could kill, Xavier would have been on the floor from the look Damon had already thrown his way. I slid off the seat and walked away, but my feet stopped me when I heard his voice.
“Don’t be so sure princess, and by the way, that’s a mighty fine ass, very worthy of my name.”
I turned around to face him but kept walking backward. “You sure do talk a lot.” He smiled. That smile could make a girl weak in the knees.
“We can always do something else.” He winked.
I raised my hand and saluted him the best way I knew how and turned for the door.