"Even if I just want to get laid, I should at least find a man who likes me."
The alcohol must have hit harder than she'd thought. Isabella Hayes took only a few steps before she staggered, stumbling right into a man's solid chest.
A cool scent of mint washed over her.
She looked up, dazed, into a handsome, impassive face. His features were all hard lines and sharp angles, his eyes holding a piercing indifference. The corners of his mouth were set in a severe line, as if he’d never learned how to smile.
A sly smile curved her own lips, her eyes narrowing. Isabella Hayes fisted a hand in the fabric of his shirt. "How about you sleep with me tonight?"
"Are you sure?" His voice was a low, charming rumble.
Isabella Hayes tilted her head, her voice dropping to a provocative murmur. "Why? Don't you dare?"
Her eyes were hazy with drink and her cheeks were flushed. The combination was undeniably alluring.
A slow smile touched the man’s lips. He bent down, and in the next moment, Isabella Hayes's feet were leaving the floor.
She let out a short, panicked gasp, her hands instinctively clutching his shirt, pulling herself tight against his body.
His mouth came down on hers, hot and demanding. The kiss sent a wave of heat crashing through her, stoking an answering fire deep in her core.
The feeling was overwhelming, a desperate urge that had her clawing at the fabric of her own clothes.
A deep, aching need opened inside her, a void that demanded to be filled.
"Woman," he growled, his voice thick and ragged with desire. "Do you want me to take you right here?"