“A redhead pulled me aside and asked me a thousand questions about you. Beauty she was too...fucking legs that went up to her neck,” Chaz slurs with a sly wink. He’s been drinking all afternoon.

I take a sip of my whiskey. “Really, now? Why didn’t she come up me herself?”

“I guess she was too shy.” He shrugs. “I’m not as intimidating as you. Women see a short guy with a dad bod and automatically think he’s easy to talk to. One of the many misconceptions I have to deal with on a daily basis.”

I laugh. “Like they don’t warm up real quick when they find out how full your bank accounts are.”

“If I can keep they hanging around long enough to find out,” he points out, laughing.

I scan the room, my eyes traveling over the many firm, half-naked bodies, some of which sway in time with the music pumping out of Brads exceptional sound system. “Which one is she?” I ask, trying to find a redhead among the blondes and brunettes. More than a few of them notice me sizing them up and flash “come hither” smiles my way. I’ve learned to not let it go to my head…too much. I’m only a man, after all, and with that comes an ego.

“There she is.” Chaz points across the room to a small table with four girls sitting around it. Sure enough, one of them is a stunning redhead. Porcelain skin, sapphire eyes, and a body that would tempt the devil himself. Yes, she’s very tasty, but it’s not her my eyes can’t get enough of. It’s the girl sitting next to her.

“Who’s the girl on her left?” I ask, eyes glued.

“Which one? The blonde?”

“Yeah. The blonde.”

“No idea, mate. She’s good enough to eat though…”

He’s still talking, but I stop hearing him. I can’t break focus. The blonde is all I can look at, all I can think about. Her hair shines like gold, and she swings it from side to side as she laughs at something one of her friends said. The light shines directly on her and her eyes are emeralds, sparkling and clear. Her full lips are curves into a smile as she playfully shoves the redhead.

Then, she turns her head and looks at me. She might as well have punched me in the gut. All the air leaves my lungs. Our eyes lock. Fuck me!

“Earth to Tyson,” Chaz laughs. “Wow. She did something to you, pal. Do you need a ride to the jewelers to pick up a ring?”

“Stuff it.” He’s still laughing as I head straight for the table. No way I’m letting her out of my sights. I need to know her. I need to do more than know her.

The girls stop laughing when I approach. One of them blushes while another looks away. Yes, they were talking about me. The redhead wanted me pushes her chest out.

“Good evening, ladies,” I say with a grin. “Enjoying the party?”

They all seem to be at a loss for words. I focus on the blonde. Her wide eyes are trained on me as mine are on hers. The dress she’s wearing comes down to her knee, and any man knows that’s even sexier than a woman who puts everything on display

“It’s nice. Are you enjoying it?” she asks. Her voice drips like warm honey. Hell, I could listen to her read a dictionary.

I lean in. “I wasn’t…until just now.”

The girls titter with laughter. I don’t take my eyes off the blonde. She’s really something.

“You’re the man of the hour, aren’t you? Seems a shame you weren’t enjoying a party held in your honor.”

“You seem to know a lot about me. I feel at a disadvantage.” The way she crosses her long, smooth legs tells me she’s interested. She looks me up and down with one eyebrow arched. It makes my cock swell. That look pretty much always guarantees a good night.

She shrugs gracefully. “Why would you know about me? Unlike you, I’m not the most famous horse breeder in England. And I don’t make it a point to get my picture in all the juiciest gossip rags, either.”

A slow smile spreads over my face. “Yeah, well, I don’t make it a point. It just turns out that way. I guess they think I’m photogenic.”

She bites her bottom lip. “I guess they do.”

It might as well be just the two of us at the table—hell, in the entire suite. The other girls clear their throats a little too loudly before getting up. Funny how on any other night, at any other party, I would’ve considered any of them a major score. Especially the redhead with the legs that go up to her neck. I barely look at them as I slide into a chair next to the blonde. She smells almost as good as she looks.

“I could keep playing word games with you, but it’s all a waste of time.” I hold out my hand. “My name is Tyson Eden. But you already knew that, right?”

She nods, placing her hand in mine. It’s small, delicate, but her grip is firm. “Izzy.”

“Izzy. Short for Isabelle?” Fitting name for a girl like her.

She nods as her cheeks flush. I don’t think it’s just the wine doing that, just like my whiskey isn’t causing my cock to throb—and all from holding a girl’s hand. Yup I’m still holding on long after any ordinary handshake would have come to an end. Problem is I want to touch more than just her hand. I want to slide my hand up her skirt and I want to hear her scream when I suck her clit into my mouth.

Hell, if I don’t end up between her creamy legs tonight, my name is not Tyson Eden.