You make me addicted

g as I glanced over my shoulder. Most of the booths were occupied with a skeleton crowd at least, the

orway, and he'd leveled her with a look that only made her smirk as if she were daring him to do something about it.

gsley were tonight. They were typical

was putting in wo

e side of the glass. I took a small sip, enjoying the smooth, smoky burn of one of my favorite whiskies, the amber Very Rare

othing less

ll-attuned to the soft, musical melody. I glanced back over my should

ounded the inner ring of his irises, with a deep forest green lining the outer rim. The color combina

want to fig

selection spoke to his sophistication, exuding a sleek, modern style that

eard that covered his chin. In the darkness, it appeared to be a deep brown, but when he stepped inside and cau

when he first stepped out of bed this morning, giving him a carefre

ominous and broody, with just the tiniest hint of

e room. His trajectory headed in my direction, and I lifted

omething in this city. I had a reputation, one I'd carefully

legal gambling dens, restaurants, and various other establishments that lined our pockets. Our family was closely involved in horse races and shipping in and out of ports.

our umbrella too, not just for the profit and opportunity these places presented fo

ing my own place in it each and every day. I'd made a name for myself. It was rare for someone not to know it. There

than a year ago. Most men couldn't handle a powerful woman, especially if she had more than he did. I' able to de

outshoot them. In my later dating life, I sometimes planned a first date at the shooting

a man that worshipped

s I was comfortable being single, I was still a woman, and I enjoyed sex. I had a very healthy libido that I took care of myself m

e was just like the rest of them; a selfish, insecure momma

ng to stoop tha