Billion-Dollar Tango - Book 2 of the Alpha Billionaire Romance Series Billion-Dollar Tango
Christina Clark
As I turned around to retrace my steps, the jukebox tucked away in the corner blared to life. I spun back around in astonishment. Blinking lights danced on the sides of the jukebox, looking almost haloed as the sexy saxophone kick-off to the “Down in Mexico” by The Coasters resonated through the sound system.
A dazzling spotlight beamed down the center of the bar, lighting up the unlit space. There was a man in a chair, sitting casually with his legs spaced apart. He had his wide-brimmed leather cowboy hat pulled low over his shadowed face. He looked a little out-of-place – not what you'd expect from a typical patron in a shithole like this joint. His crisp black button-down was perfectly tailored to his broad shoulders and did wonders for his strong, chiseled chest. What was more, his sleeves were folded neatly around his elbows executive-style, and the cuffs of his indigo wash jeans were cut just the right length. Though I couldn't tell who it was, I couldn't deny the sensual mystery effortlessly oozing out of him.
Just like that, an invigorating rush of domination coursed through my system. I was in total control of my legs as they strutted towards him, my hips swaying easily from left to right. I stopped two inches from him, slowly palming every curve of my body. My shirt stuck to my skin, but the fabric no longer felt clammy. Instead, with the building titillation brewing inside of me, beads of heated perspiration mingled into the heaving spot between my cleavage. I mounted him, clipping my legs tightly around his sides. The man looked up, tilting his head slightly to the side.
“Oh my god – Bradley?”
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