Misty by Allison Hobbs Read Free Book Online

spoken in a sexy, Spanish accent was pleasing to the ear, and having nothing better to do, Anya decided to play along with him.
    â€œI’m not pining over any lost love,” Anya said sassily. “The sorrow you saw in my eyes was due to regret when I thought the man of my dreams was going to pass by my table without giving me as much as a second look.” Damn, I said that shit like a well-seasoned player.
    Momentarily rendered speechless by the fact that Anya could verbally go toe-to-toe with him, Sergio beckoned the server as hegathered himself. “Bring me the most expensive bottle you’ve got. I want to celebrate meeting the prettiest lady in the house tonight. And send some bottles to my friends over there.” He gestured to his boys.
    Anya pointed to the bottle of Patrón Silver and smiled devilishly. “I already bought the best they have to offer.”
    â€œMy personal stash of liquor is not on the menu.”
    The server gave Sergio a head nod and quickly disappeared. When she returned she was carrying a silver ice bucket that contained a bottle of Ace of Spades. A few yards away, a different server delivered three bottles of the expensive champagne to Sergio’s friends. The sounds of bottles popping echoed throughout the VIP area.
    â€œA toast to the beginning of a beautiful new friendship,” Sergio said, and clinked his flute against Anya’s. She sipped the liquid and was surprised by the explosion of flavors that slid down her throat with the smooth texture of raw silk.
    â€œI don’t usually like champagne, but this is so good,” Anya expressed, licking her lips.
    â€œOnly the best for you. I’m going to make it my business to heal those scars on your heart.”
    Anya held out her hands in exasperation. “There’s nothing wrong with my heart. Why do you keep insisting that I’ve been hurt?”
    â€œI know a wounded soul when I see one. I wouldn’t be where I am today if I couldn’t read people.”
    â€œWell, you’re wrong about me,” she said, and took a gulp of champagne.
    â€œOkay, I’ll let it go until you’re ready to talk about it. In the meantime, I’d like to ask you something—what’s your name, ma-ma?”
    â€œIt’s Anya.”
    â€œBeautiful,” he said, reaching for her hand and bringing it up tohis mouth. With slightly parted lips, he softly kissed her hand and Anya felt a quickening in the pit of her stomach and a clenching between her legs. Damn, I miss Brick. What she was feeling for Sergio was a only a physical reaction. She hadn’t had sex in a while and her body was announcing that it was time for her to end the dry spell.
    Sergio, with his fine self, obviously had a hard-on for her, so why mince words?
    â€œI’d like to get together with you later on tonight, so my question is…my place or yours?” Anya said with a sexy smile.
    More than likely, most chicks went after Sergio because of his money, power, and good looks. But Anya wasn’t interested in any of that. All she wanted was some dick for one night only—nothing more. With merely the kiss of her hand, he’d demonstrated that he could make her pussy pucker, and if he could fuck half as good as Brick, then the time spent together would be well worth her time.
    â€œI see that you’re the type of lady who speaks her mind; I like that.”
    Anya leaned back and took another sip of champagne. “And I like the fact that you have very good taste in women as well as champagne.”
    Sergio laughed at the slick way Anya had given herself a compliment. “Why don’t we get out of here?” His dark eyes probed hers.
    â€œI can’t. My friend is down there on the dance floor, and I brought her here. It wouldn’t be right to ditch her over a strong back and a handsome face.” Anya was throwing hint after hint that she wasn’t interested in anything more