Mr. Masters (Mr. 1)

What the frigging hell?

His hand drops to my behind and he squeezes the cheek in his hand. Oh my God, this was not in the brochure.

He pulls away and licks his lips as his eyes drop to my breasts then back up to my face.

I fake a smile as my mind goes totally blank. “Huh.” My eyes glance back at the other guy as I lick my lips. Holy crap. What kind of kiss was that? “Umm.”

Mr. Tall dark and handsome takes my hand in his. “Fuck off, mate.

She’s with me.” He then pulls me by the hand through the crowd.

What, wait! Where are we going? I look over at my friends who are all high fiving each other over my random kiss with Mr. Holy Hot. Should I just pull out of his grip? What the hell for? This guy is freaking delicious. Oh shit. We arrive at his group of friends and he puts his arm around my waist to pull my body close to his.

“Boys,” he calls to his large group of friends. “You will be pleased to know I just got married on my way back from the bar. Please meet my new wife.”

Their eyes meet and they all shake their heads and laugh.

“Hello.” They all smile.

“Nice to meet you,” one man replies as he shakes my hand.

I smirk as my fake husband’s fingers tighten around my

waist.”

“About time,” another guy says as he shakes his hand. “Congratulations,

mate. What’s your wife’s name?”

His eyes flick to me as he thinks before he smiles sexily again.

“Blossom.”

I laugh out loud. “Blossom?”

His friends all look me up and down, smiling before then going back to their conversation as if this exchange is a common occurrence.

His eyes drop to my breasts again.

“My eyes are up here,” I tell him. He can’t even pretend not to stare.

He picks up his beer and drinks it. “So?”

I frown, of all the nerve. “So… you keep looking at my boobs.”

“You noticed?”

My mouth drops open. “Well, yeah. I’m not imagining it.”

He smirks as he sips his beer. “That’s exactly what I’m doing.”

His friend returns with a tray of drinks. “Murph,” he calls. “Come meet Bloss.”

His friend raises his eyebrows. “Hello.” He smiles as he shakes my hand and passes me a drink.

“Thank you.” I smile gratefully. I look between the six men he is with. These guys are all gorgeous… and cultured. Expensive suits and clothes. I glance back at my friends on the other side of the bar and I bite my bottom lip. I’ll just have this drink and then go back over to them. It can’t possibly hurt to have one drink.

His friend turns back to the other men, while tall dark and handsome’s eyes drop to my breasts again.