The UN Series Complete Box Set by Shantel Tessier Page A

felt appalled and violated once I found out who he was. I couldn’t hide the shock, even if I had tried. The only defense I had was to put up a wall on my arousal and become a bitch.
    What happened between Jax and me wasn’t his fault, but it was the best reason I could come up with. I couldn’t let him see how much his sexiness and use of words, was getting to me. And what was with that line about getting his dick wet? The look on his face said he didn’t understand it either. Good!
    I don’t know what is wrong with me. I have never been the kind of girl to swoon over a guy.
    It’s disturbing.
    I have heard stories about Slade from girls talking at Larry’s. How he treats women like they are just on earth to serve him sexually. But from the way he was talking, I think he wants to serve me, and I can’t help but imagine it.
    The guy is hot. Like drop dead gorgeous, hot! I don’t know a man who wouldn’t use that to his advantage when it comes to getting girls in bed. What was he thinking when he realized who I was? And sorry? He had told me he was sorry before he even knew who I was. What is he sorry about?
    I don’t want to keep thinking about any of it. I already had to live that nightmare with Jax and Bridgette once. Isn’t that enough? I need a distraction from thinking about sex on a stick and Jax. One is trouble, and the other is history.
    My mind wanders off to when I first saw Slade in the bathroom, and all those crazy thoughts about what those big arms could do to me in the bedroom. Jax and I had a dry sex life. He always wanted it missionary with him on top. He didn’t like to give or receive oral sex. He said it never did anything for him. Blah blah blah. So when it comes to sex, I guess you can say I’m very inexperienced. I’m sure Slade could change that.
    I take a deep breath. Thinking about sex is not a distraction. It is torture. What is with all the sex on my brain? Geez, maybe it is due to the glasses of wine from earlier. Or it could be that Slade is the hottest guy I have ever seen in my life.
    I look up as the bartender, Joey, approaches me with my shots and places them in front of me. I pick up one and down it. Shit! It burns!
    When I set the first empty shot glass down. I feel someone place very strong, very large, hands on my hips. I stiffen, even though my body starts to hum with want, knowing who they belong to.
    “Go away,” I say as I down the second shot. Dang, that one burned just as much! How many before they go down smooth?
    “Tequila, huh? Who pissed you off tonight?” He removes his hands and sits down next to me with that smirk back on his face. I bet if I kissed him, that look of shock would reappear on his gorgeous face.
    Pissed me off? More like has me turned on.
    “Go look in the mirror.’’ Must stay bitchy. He’s still smirking, but his eyebrows shoot up. “What do you want this time?” I can’t even look at him he’s so hot.
    I down my third shot glass. Getting better. I’m praying he doesn’t start saying more things he wants to do to me. I don’t know if my body will be able to take it.
    When he doesn’t answer, my curiosity gets the best of me. I look over to see he’s staring at me like he wants to say something, but thinks better of it.
    He looks over at the bartender. “Six shots of tequila, please.” He looks back to me. “I’ll have three with you.”
    “Trying to get me drunk, Slade?” Well, joke is on him. I’m already there.
    “I have a feeling you already are, Angel.” He lifts his hand, and slides a stray piece of hair behind my ear as he looks in my eyes. The touch is so intimate that for a moment we are the only two people in this bar. I hold my breath as I look into those baby blues. I can’t take my eyes away from his. My body is instantly on fire as if lit by a match.
    “Angel?” I choke out.
    He doesn’t say anything. Just drops his hand, and looks up to Joey as he calls Slade’s name and places all the shot glasses down