HEAT: A Bad Boy Romance
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“What, you want all my attention?” I say in a teasing voice. “You’re worse than my girlfriends.”
He shoots me a look and then does an exaggerated falsetto. “Oh Mr. Rodeo, Mr. Big Cowboy Star, pay attention to me,” he says, simpering.
It’s not too far off actually. I look over across the room for that cute girl. I’d prefer she was the one vying for my attention. She seems pretty engrossed in whatever her friend is saying. Maybe I’ll send them over a drink or two.
“Lay off, Jack,” I say, but I grin.
He can be ridiculous sometimes, but still he’s right. We don’t spend a lot of time together, so when we do it should count. He’s in town from Philly, he works in a law office—some kind of big lawyer. I don’t really care for that kind of life. But if he’s happy, more power to him.
The waitress at my shoulder is eyeing me with her big cornflower-blue eyes. She’s got some kind of super push-up bra on, because her nipples and her eyes are at almost the same level.
“What can I get you, honey?” she says, pushing her big breasts into my shoulder. I lean back a bit away from her.
“Well I’ll tell you what you can get me,” I say, raising one eyebrow. She looks hopeful—probably thinks I’m flirting with her. “You see that girl over there? Dark hair?” I nod toward Canada. “Whatever she’s drinking, send her another. Her friend too.”
Her bee-stung lower lip pouts out a little more than it was before. She’s disappointed. But she recovers quickly. “Why sure,” she says, moving farther away. “Right away, sir.”
I’ll have to give her a good tip. One thing they can say about Kanen is that I am not cheap. I may be easy but I’m not cheap, Jack used to say, but now I’m not sure if I’m even easy. I run my hands from my hair, reaching back to massage my neck a bit. It hurts from riding. But it’s worth it.
Hearing the crowd scream when I take those bulls out is kind of like an addiction. Experiencing time on the back of the bull, the way mere seconds can take on so much significance that they almost feel like years of your life, that’s also addictive.
“So who’s this chick that you sent the drink to?”
“Your guess is as good as mine,” I grin. “All I know is she’s from up north.”
“You got tired of the California girls?” Jack ribs me. He starts singing that old song, I think it’s the Beach Boys. “Girls, girls, girls…”
“What do you expect me to do, ignore all my admirers?” I joke.
But I know Jack ain’t serious. He’s never wanted what I have; he’s happy the way he is. Then again he’s never tasted it. I never wanted to ride either until I did it on a lark one day. Then it became my life. These animals, they’re huge. Powerful. And crazy. But there’s something in me that I know can control them. Because I am one of them.
And that’s what Canada will learn, if I have anything to say about it.
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Jess Bentley is a contemporary romance author who adores writing about adventurous young women--and the hot sexy men who love them. She spends her days reading and writing, tending to her flowers garden and growing vegetables, as well as playing the guitar.
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