She Loves Me, She Loves Me Not (The American Soldier Collection 8)

Ellie smiled as Donella entered the bedroom. “Are you two ready? The race is going to start in an hour and seats will be filling up fast.”

“We’re coming,” Moira stated.

“Hey, you’re not wearing the red bathing suit today, are you? Because I’m wearing my red one and your breasts look better than mine in the red bikini you have, Ellie.”

Ellie laughed. “No, I’m wearing the emerald green one, thanks to Moira accidentally throwing my red and black bikinis in the dirty laundry.”

Donella chuckled and Ellie looked from her to Moira, who shrugged her shoulders.

“Why do I get the feeling that you two planned this? Where’s Jessie. She’ll fess up.”

“I’ll fess up on what?” Jessie asked, entering the room carrying her bag and wearing a slim-fitting black sundress.

“Nothing, nothing. We just made certain that Ellie wore her sexiest bikini today. She looks fabulous in green and it brings out the emerald color in her eyes. Besides, that sexy sundress you’re wearing matches perfectly.” Donella, Moira, and Jessie chuckled as they headed out of the room. It seemed to Ellie that her friends were trying to play matchmakers. So why was she feeling anxious and nervous, and well, excited about going to this race? She pictured Hunter in her mind and th

en Justice, Seno, and Mace. Four sexy, seemingly nice men who were drop-dead gorgeous and very interested in getting to know her better. What better way to ease into feeling comfortable with the opposite sex than to attend a sporting event and then a party?

Hopefully, it wouldn’t turn into a disaster.

* * * *

He walked into the restaurant over an hour ago, his mind juggling a thousand things. He knew that the shithead was up to no good. But he had a plan. One that would take out this asshole the way he should have been taken out years ago. His vengeance had led to a compulsion, an obsession, and need to kill. No one would miss this asshole when he took him out. Just like they didn’t miss that whore. She’d served her purpose well. Only temporarily, but she did well. She was pretty, just like this one.

He licked his lips and prepared to play his role. He had an agenda. His obsession and desire for revenge were eating away at his patience. He wanted his ultimate prize. He wanted to prove his commitment, and he wanted to make sure that justice was served. But he needed to be careful. Being a man of many disguises and personalities, he could pull this off. This one was perfect. She also just had sex with his number-two target. Let’s see how this plays out.

He approached her carefully, being sure to keep his back toward the small surveillance camera near the bar. As he placed his hand on her hip, he sat down and casually ordered two drinks.

She looked at him, brown hair flowing, makeup perfect despite her recent roll in the hay with dickhead number two, and he smiled.

“I spotted you from across the room. A woman of class and sophistication. Sit with me for a spell, and I promise to make this the most memorable night of your life.”

He pulled out his wad of cash, the hundred dollar bills covered the tip, but there was nothing but singles in between. This stupid bitch would only see the hundreds. The first step in drawing in his prey, before he pounced.

She ran her hand over his shoulder. He piqued at her breasts in the two-sizes-too-small dress she wore. Not exactly as large up top as he liked, but she would do. Not only to trap his other prey, but to satisfy that need, that obsession inside of him.

“My name is Tiffany. And you are?” she asked, rubbing her thigh against his leg as she took the seat next to him, nearly on his lap.

He lowered his face to her neck.

“Let’s just say, I’m the man who’s going to blow your mind.”

* * * *

“There she is. They’re making their way to the bleachers.” Justice pointed toward Ellie, Jessie, Moira, and Donella as they squeezed through the crowd. He watched her, and saw three guys watching her, too. They called out her name.

“Who the hell is that?” Seno asked as they started heading toward the women. Mace was holding seats for them, along with Sam and his brothers.

“I don’t know, but if his hand goes any lower, it will be over her ass. What the fuck is up with guys hugging her and planting their hands on her ass?” Seno asked as he and Justice made their way closer.

“Like we wouldn’t do the same thing?” Justice asked, trudging forward and saying “excuse me” as he made his way through the crowd of people.

“At this point, I’d call the day a success if I could just hold her in my arms, even if just for a hug hello.” Justice felt the same way as Seno.

* * * *

Seno watched Ellie’s expression change to one of concern when the third guy pulled her into an embrace. She stiffened up, and seemed to put her hands against his chest in a defensive manner. Justice must have picked up on it, too, as he pressed right between the three guys.

“Ellie, ladies, there you are. Come on, we saved you seats down lower,” Justice said. Seno winked at Ellie, who smiled wide.