Arrogant Prick: A Bad Boy Mafia Romance Read Online Free

red lips at my last word, and I widen my grin.
    “Yeah, thanks.” Her voice is low. I can barely hear her over the music. She takes the purse and puts it down on her paperwork, covering up whatever is important enough for her to work on in a club.
    “Are you saving this seat for a friend?” I ask the question even though I already know the answer. This girl was expecting to be left alone tonight. How she'd expect that, looking like she does in a place like this, is a question I want to ask with my cock buried deep inside her.
    “No. Feel free to take the seat.” There’s sarcasm in her voice. She’s used to having her way. She shakes her head and rests her face against her hand. I can see her looking at me out of the corner of her eyes through her fingers, taking in every detail of the tattoos on my arm.
    I order two glasses of Hudson Baby Bourbon, neat, and pull my stool closer to hers. “How is it that a girl like you manages to get left alone in a place like this?”
    She puts her hand down over her paperwork and looks at me. There’s an edge of nervousness in her eyes. Like she’s not used to being hit on. How’s that possible?
    “Maybe most men who come to this club just know when a woman wants to be left alone,” she says sharply.
    Behind her, a woman turns around to slap a man in the face. “Hey!” she yells, “Get your hand off my ass!”
    The skinny guy with the fedora, handlebar mustache, and glowing red cheek takes a step toward the offended girl and gets a cosmo in the face for his trouble.
    I cock an eyebrow at the pale beauty. She looks at me and laughs. “Okay, maybe that’s not why.”
    “So, is that what you're working on?” I nod my head at her paperwork. “Is it a list of guys you’ve killed for hitting on you at the bar? Is that why they all leave you alone?”
    She laughs again and shakes her head. Her hair dances around her high cheeks. The sound of her laugh sends a tingle up my spine. There’s something special about this girl. I need to have her.
    “It’s just work.” She closes the folder over the paperwork as I lean in to get a look.
    I turn to her and catch her dark eyes with mine. “Well now that you're done with work, have a drink with me.” Just in time, the bartender puts down the drinks I ordered, and I slide one toward her.
    She looks at the drink and bites her full bottom lip. The sight of that makes my cock twitch in anticipation. God damn, I need to take this woman home. Just looking at her makes me forget why I came here in the first place.
    “You really shouldn’t let bourbon like this go to waste.” I pick up my drink. “Whoever stocks this bar knows what they’re doing.” She smiles like she wants to tell me a secret. She looks at me from under long lashes, and after a moment of hesitation picks up the drink. I raise my glass to my lips as she raises hers. Without hesitating I drink half, relishing the sweet burn in my mouth. She takes a decent sip, puckering her lips, and I see her eyes flickering to her side.
    She’s taking a peek at a wise guy who’s keeping a close eye on her from beyond the crowd at the bar. That must be why she’s untouchable. She’s been claimed by one of the Pavonis. All the more reason to take her to her home and fuck her till she screams my name.
    She puts the drink back down and gives me a small smile. Her lips have made a red impression on the rim of the glass. It makes me picture her marks smeared all over my body, and my cock twitches at the thought. Her eyes dart to the side again, trying to hide the fact that she’s subtly keeping an eye on the wise guy watching her.
    She shifts her body toward me, her knees mere inches from my thighs. She leans forward slowly, giving me a hint of her pale cleavage. “Now that we’ve had a drink together, it’s probably best for you to go.” I don’t believe she means that for one second. She’s just worried about the Mafiosi watching her. No woman has riled me up this badly