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first time I had met him…….
     
    I couldn’t miss the mysterious stranger standing outside of the Bar N Barrel. Not just because his whole appearance screamed biker, it was his piercing brown eyes and lickable tattooed arms that drew me in. Nearly every inch of his muscular veined arms were covered in a range of tattoos that I could spend hours exploring. When he noticed me perusing his body, his face morphed into a seductive grin and his eyes burned straight through to my soul. I never believed in instant love, but instant lust is a different story and that guy had my interests immensely peaked. It was only when Dominic slapped me on the bottom did our intense connection become interrupted.
     
    “Don’t act like you didn’t enjoy it,” Dominic said playfully. When his arm wrapped around my shoulders, he forced me to continue walking towards the bar. I don’t know what compelled me to do it, maybe it was the intense throbbing between my legs, or the fact I could feel myself drooling, but I winked at the mysterious cutie before I walked into the bar.
     
    We spent the next thirty minutes setting up the stage in preparation for my friends to perform. They have been playing at the Bar N Barrel for the past three months. It was an unpaid gig, but they did it more for fun than money. Once the stage was set up, I headed straight to the bar. No matter how many times Dominic requested for me to perform with them, I just couldn’t do it. I was scared senseless about performing in front of a group of people. I was more than happy to stick to singing in the shower. Once Darla handed me my cranberry vodka I had ordered, I spun around to watch my friends. I was halfway spinning around when I noticed the guy I had seen earlier sitting at the side of the bar. I didn’t even need to look at him to know that he was watching me, I could feel his intense heated gaze running over my body.
     
    I waited patiently for him to come over and talk to me, but as the minutes started to drag on, I realized that I was going to have to make the first move.
     
    “Didn’t your mother teach you it is rude to stare?” I questioned, giving him my best angry scowl that I could muster. When he smiled at my question, I quickly turned my eyes back towards the stage. That throbbing I was feeling earlier just catapulted to a new level. He moved and sat next to me, allowing me to smell a mixture of oil, aftershave and a scent that was pure man.
     
    “Why aren’t you up there with your friends?” he questioned, the deepness of his voice vibrating right through my body.
     
    Because I am pretty sure I would end up vomiting all over the stage or perhaps I might have even fainted. But instead of telling him what I was really thinking, I replied with “The idea of standing up in front of a crowd petrifies me.”
     
    His laugh was that loud, I literally jumped out of my skin. And my vodka cranberry jumped out of its glass. He mumbled a quick apology before grabbing a wad of napkins off the counter top to clean the spill off my chest. Although the vodka was chilled, my nipples weren’t standing to attention from its coolness, they were paying careful attention to his large callus covered hands that were rubbing along them. I could only wish that there wasn’t a large wad of napkins between us. Suddenly, he freezes and his dark brown eyes lift from looking at my breasts to my face. His face a cross between amused and slightly aroused.
     
    “I guess I should introduce myself since you have already met my boobs,” I replied before I suddenly became mortified. I’ve never been good at flirting and that line was one of the worst I have ever used. “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have said that,” I continued, slowly lifting my eyes to look into his.
     
    “I’m Slater, nice to meet you,” he said, staring directly into my eyes. “And your boobs,” he continued with a large smirk on his face.
     
    Just as I was about to introduce myself, Dominic