Shooting a dirty look, Nancy jumped off the counter and grunted. “Don’t come looking for me tonight when she turns you down.”
Not bothering to answer, I headed to the front door and made my way to the stairs. I hardly ever took the elevator. The seven floors to our apartment were a good form of exercise, a way to blow off steam. And after what Nancy had just pulled, I definitely had some steam to blow off.
I waited for the Uber driver to show up. Once he did, I told him to take me to the Ritz. I was meeting Amelia in the lobby before dinner.
The moment I walked in, I sought her out. She was sitting at the bar laughing at something another woman had said. Both of them were knock-out gorgeous, but the other one seemed to be a few years older.
I made my way to the bar and smiled when Amelia glanced up. Damn, those blue eyes were fucking breathtaking. The other girl looked at me, her eyes the same piercing color.
Sisters. They had to be. One had dark blonde hair, the other red, but those eyes and the smile were the same. The blonde leaned in and said something to Amelia, causing Amelia to push her away.
“Ladies,” I purred as I flashed them a grin.
“Liam, it’s good seeing you again. This is my sister, Waylynn. She lives here in New York.”
Waylynn reached her hand out, and I was surprised by the firmness of her shake. “Liam, it’s a pleasure meeting you.”
“Pleasure is all mine.”
Her brow quirked, and she leaned in closer. “You harm one hair on her head and I’ll shoot your ass. We clear?”
I swallowed hard and my eyes darted to Amelia. She shrugged, then winked. “Just agree and you’ll be fine.”
“Ah,” I mumbled as I looked back at Waylynn. “Not a single hair on her head will be harmed.”
Waylynn grinned, reached for her shot of whiskey and downed it. “Good, my five brothers will be happy to hear that.”
“Five? You have five? Brothers?”
Waylynn looked me over. “Do you often stumble on your words, pretty boy?”
“No, ma’am, but I don’t often come across beautiful women who threaten to shoot me within the first two minutes of meeting them.”
With a sinful smile, Waylynn replied, “It wasn’t a threat, sweetheart. It was a promise.”
Jesus, who is this woman? Annie Oakley?
Glancing back at her sister, she waved. “Have fun, Amelia. See you in the morning.”
Amelia lifted her hands and wiggled her fingers at her retreating sister. I watched Waylynn walk out of the bar, her high heels clicking against the tile.
“Holy fuck. She’s terrifying.”
Amelia laughed. “Don’t let her scare you off. Please sit, let me buy you a drink.”
I slid onto the barstool and pointed at what Amelia was drinking. “Is that an old fashioned?” I asked.
“Yep.”
“I’ll have the same,” I said. The bartender quickly went about making my drink as Amelia and I slipped into a comfortable conversation.
“What brought you to America?”
“Modeling.”
She chuckled. “Of course.”
“What’s that supposed to mean?” I asked before taking a sip of the godawful drink in front of me.
“I figured you were either going to say actor or model. My sister swears she’s seen you on the side of a bus.”
I shook my head and laughed. “She might have. I did an ad campaign for a high-profile chain store. They fucking had my face everywhere. Even I got sick of seeing it.”
She smiled, and my cock jumped. Oh, yes. I wanted in this girl’s knickers.
“I’m not sure how anyone could tire of that face,” she said.
I took another drink. “You’d be surprised.”
The heat between us was undeniable, and I wondered if she felt it, too.
“So, you moved here to be a model. How did you end up voice acting?”
“My ex got me into it. She’s an actress, or trying to be. She did a little voice work and always told me I had a sexy voice. I auditioned for a job she told me about, I got it, and the rest is history. Now I get paid to recite how much your characters love fucking in showers.”
There went that sexy-as-fuck grin of hers. This time she raised the ante and ran her tongue along those plump lips.
Goddamn, I was attracted to this girl, but I couldn’t very well ask her to head up to her room yet and fuck her every way I could imagine
“Do you want to grab something to eat?” I asked, finishing off the dreadful drink.
“What are you in the mood for?”
Your pussy.
“Ladies first,” I replied with a wink.
She rested her chin on her hand and looked at me with sultry eyes. “Listen, Liam, I’m going to be up front and honest with you.”
My heart raced. “Okay.”
“What I really need is a beer and a damn good slice of pizza.”
I stared at her for a few seconds to let what she said soak in, then laughed. “Beer and pizza. I think I can deliver that.”