Dark Beauty (The Deadly Beauties Live On 1)

“Now that she’s distracted,” the blonde god says, his lips still curled up in that devilish smile, “how about you tell me your name.” It’s not a request or a question; it’s simply a sexy command.

Breathe. How the hell do I breathe?

“Roslyn,” I whisper, silently cursing my voice for failing me.

His grin only grows, and I swear he’s laughing at me internally, though he has the grace not to do it aloud.

“You’re a little sweet, aren’t you, Roslyn?” he drawls, licking his lips while shamelessly looking me up and down one last time.

Sweet? Is sweet good or bad?

The bartender hands him a glass that has dark liquid in it, but the blonde masterpiece takes it without looking away from me. When he tilts the glass to sip from it, all of my attention turns to his mouth—his tempting, delicious mouth.

“Keep looking at my mouth like that, and I might just have a taste to be sure,” he brazenly states, forcing my eyes to snap up and meet his mocking gaze.

I’m not sure if he’s cocky or confident, but whatever it is, it’s definitely appealing.

No words will form. Everything I try to say merely catches in my throat as he watches me with unhidden amusement.

He leans forward, and my… everything goes crazy. I feel as though he has disassembled my body and exchanged my veins with electrical wires. When his nose gets close to my hair, I clutch the bar and the stool I’m on to keep from falling again.

He inhales deeply, and the guy behind me laughs.

“I was right,” the blonde-haired beauty says as he leans back up, a small smirk on his lips. “Definitely sweet.”

“Come on, man,” the guy who has left Jenny in a puddle says to the guy who is still staring at me. “We’ve got work to discuss.”

That guy walks off, and the blonde-haired god holds my gaze. “Probably for the best, love. You’re too sweet for an animal like me.”

He winks at me, farther driving my heart to a fierce speed, and he leans back just as another guy walks up and claps him on the back.

“Thad,” another guy with dark hair says. “Didn’t know you were back in town.”

Thad—Mr. Sex-in-Jeans has a name.

Thad keeps my gaze, that damn cocky grin still on his face.

“Oh, I’m back. We all are. And we’re going to be around Pine Shore for a while.”