Accent Hussy (It Had 2 B U) by V. Kelly Read Free Book Online Page A

she has Dashawn’s shoulder to cry on and I have no one. I have to get out of here. There’s way too much lovey-dovey nonsense going on around me. I’ll never have that. The boys I’m interested in don’t have all the qualities I’m looking for. One day, I’ll find a guy who is not only sexy, but also smart, selfless, funny, and with the sexiest accent. He’s out there somewhere. I just have to find him.
    I excuse myself from the table and say my goodbyes to Dashawn and Maggie. I know if I say goodbye to Max, he won’t let me leave. So the best thing for me to do is slip out the back door, and hail a cab. At least that way, I don’t have to keep stopping myself from staring at Caleb.
    Once outside, I look for where the cabs should be parked. Unfortunately, the street in front of the karaoke bar is completely deserted and the only people outside are a couple of smokers. I’m about to call for a cab when I feel someone tap my shoulder.
    “Do you need a ride?”
    Speak of the devil. Caleb is standing behind me, his hands shoved in his pockets. I’m not sure if I should be happy to see him, or annoyed. It’s hard to fight the attraction I have for him when he keeps popping up like this.
    “Nope, I’m going to call a cab.”
    “I have a car parked around the corner. I can give you a lift.”
    “Is this some ploy to get me to go home with you? Because if so, I’m not that drunk.” I hear my words slur a little bit and I giggle. Holy crap, maybe I am that drunk.
    “Would it be a bad thing to go home with me? I can tell you’re attracted to me; your eyes have been following me around all night long.”
    He winks at me . . . again. Ugh, why am I finding his winking sexy? Winking is not sexy. His winking . . . fucking amazing.
    “I’m certain it would be something I’d definitely regret in the morning,” I tell him, not really believing myself. I’m sure he’d make every second worth it. The fact of the matter is, he doesn’t have an accent, and that’s a deal breaker—a major one.
    “I’m pretty sure it would be the best night of your life. I could give you references if you need them.”
    Mock laughter spills from my lips. “Yes, because contacting every vagina that’s made contact with your dick sounds like the perfect way to assess your ability to make my night. Are you that dense? Seriously, do you choke on your cockiness, or do you simply like the taste of your own ego?”
    He looks a little shocked at my comeback, but it only lasts for a few seconds. His self-assured smile is back and I don’t find it any less attractive than I did before. If anything, his confidence is a super big turn on for me. “The only person who will be choking on anything tonight is you, my dear, when I shove my cock straight into your pretty little mouth.”
    I gasp. He did not . . . oh my god, he did! He just went fucking alpha on me—he went alpha on me and I’m actually turned on by it . Exactly how much did I drink tonight, and at what percentage of alcohol did my body start craving to be dominated? “Do you kiss your mother with that dirty mouth of yours? Or do you have to bathe your tongue in hand sanitizer first.”
    “Oh trust me, Baby, there are things I do with my tongue even hand sanitizer wouldn’t be able to fix.” The thought of his tongue doing dirty things to me makes my legs scissor together. He notices and that smile of his slowly crawls across his face.
    “I’m so not your baby. Baby is a derogatory term men use when they can’t remember a woman’s name. It’s condescending, not to mention rude on all accounts.”
    He smiles again, my puss practically purrs every time he does it. I’m gonna have to pet her when I get home to get me through the night.
    “It’s also a term of endearment. When I use it, it’s not because I don’t remember your name . . . it’s because I like you enough to give you a pet name.”
    “If I wanted a pet name, I’d buy a dog. Do me a favor and buzz off;