Mr. Mysterious In Black by S. Ann Cole Read Free Book Online Page B

and black biker jacket. His ravened hair messy and strewn about his forehead.
    My mouth hanged infinitesimally.
    Oh. My. God.
    If there wasn’t a chair beneath me, I’d swoon. Natalio was Y-U-M-M-Y. My heart flapped around in my chest like a headless chicken.
    All his peers were laughing and swigging their beers, but he looked distracted. A scantily-dressed blond was clinging onto his bicep, yet it seemed he barely noticed she was there.
    This man…
    How do I put the man I spoke with last night to the man who I was now seeing? The man I saw last night was hot, yes, but business-like hot. The man I’m ogling now was biker-boy, rockstar hot; sending electric waves through my veins just by the sight of him.
    Dear Lord, help me get rid of this insane lust.
    “Sadie?” Devon’s voice pulled me from my most inappropriate ogling.
    I blinked at him, unable to speak just yet, for my mouth was lacking moisture and warm heat settled between my legs.
    “Do you know him?” Devon asked, eying me curiously.
    “Know who?”
    “The guy you were gawking at.”
    Busted.
    “Uh, no. He just looks familiar.”
    He glanced over to where Natalio lounged casually by the bar, exuding sexiness, evoking raw, carnal desire, and Devon’s jaw tensed while he drummed his fingers on the table. What’s his problem?
    “You look uncomfortable. Would you like to go?” he asked suddenly.
    This time, without hesitation, I agreed. Not because I was uncomfortable, but because I was suddenly wet and needy and impatient to get home and pleasure myself with fantasies of Natalio above me, on me, kissing me, touching me, tasting me…
    Devon rose and held out his hand. I placed my hand in his and we walked rather hastily towards the exit. In hopes that Natalio wouldn’t recognize me, I ducked my head.
    “Sadie?” The stern, unmistakable voice called from behind.
    At being caught, I winced and turned to see the walking temptation of a man that was Natalio. “Hi.”
    “I thought it was you,” he said. His tone was warm but his expression not so much. Again I wondered, how does he do that?
    “Um, we were just leaving,” I rushed. “Oh, this is Devon.” I gestured to Devon who was staring past Natalio’s head, not at him.
    Natalio glanced at Devon, then did a double take. His eyes widened momentarily, his mouth slightly hanged, and if I wasn’t mistaken, he was shocked or pissed. But why?
    He caught himself and resumed his previous stance, only now the warmth had vanished. He nodded at Devon, his sapphire blue eyes glacial. “Devon.”
    Finally, I got to see his eyes!
    Devon reciprocated, but his eyes were anywhere else except on Natalio. “Nelson.”
    Nelson? So they knew each other?
    The scantily-dressed blond was back by Natalio’s side. She rested her chin on his shoulder and he jerked back his shoulder and shot her a cold stare. “Hey! You don’t see me talking here? Retreat. ”
    The blond bit her plush, pink lips and let her hand slide leisurely down his defined arm, before giving a dramatic sigh and sashaying back to where the biker group lounged.
    “Er, we’re heading out now. I’ll see you around sometime,” I said. If I stood in front of this steaming man any longer, I would self-combust.
    “You mean you’ll call me,” he stated. It was not a question.
    I hesitantly smiled. “Yeah. I’ll call you.”
    He nodded. But he wasn’t looking at me, he was glowering deathly at Devon—whose eyes darted everywhere in the room but never at Natalio—and I half-expected to see Devon wizen.
    I tugged at Devon’s rigid arm and he looked down at me and smiled, then we were out of that building.
    In silence, we sallied to the parking lot. My silence was a consequence of still reeling from that über-awkward run in with Natalio. And Devon’s silence…of that I wasn’t sure. There was definitely something going on between him and Natalio. But I was much too hot and bothered to attempt any questioning. My reliance laid heavily on the