“He kept walking towards her, and she thought her heart might have stopped a few seconds when their gazes met. Once again, her instinct told her these guys were bad-asses. Not the kind who think they’re bad, but who are truly rough-and-tumble men capable of handling just about anything. Gen’s boyfriend, Duke, fit the definition, but he was rough around the edges. These guys were much more polished, but they still exuded excitement and danger. Mister Muscles didn’t feed her a line, didn’t ask her... name. He walked up to her, tilted his head as he gave a friendly smile full of promise, and asked, “Wanna dance?” Bethany looked at Gen, and her best friend was laughing as she said, “Go! I have no idea how you do it, but dance with the man, see what happens.” Bethany’s head barely came to this man’s collarbone, and she was certain his biceps were bigger around than her thighs. Most white men built like him couldn’t dance, but she was pleasantly surprised to discover he could hold his own on the dance floor.MoreLessRead More Read Less
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