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    Hook Me(Men of Inked #2) by Chelle Bliss
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    “I don’t think we were properly introduced earlier. I’m Michael and you are?” I held my hand out wanting to touch her skin again.

    She placed her tiny fingers in my palm. “I’m Mia.”

    I closed my fingers around her small hand, lifting it to my mouth. “You smell different than this morning.” I kissed the delicate flesh on the top of her hand gently.

    Her scent was sweet and reminded me of fresh baked cookies. I couldn’t forget her flowery scent from this morning.

    She laughed and her eyes twinkled. Honest to god, f**king twinkled.

    “Not being a creep. Just making an observation.” I’d never been such a dumbass with a woman before. She made me nervous and turned me into a horny teenaged boy.

    “It’s my lotion. Vanilla Bean Noel.” Her cheeks turned pink as she looked behind her and waved to her friends.

    “You smell like a cupcake.” I licked my lips and now felt like the creep. “Can I buy you a drink, Mia?” I needed to do something to break the awkwardness and my inability to stop saying stupid shit in front of her.

    Her eyes returned to mine, the corner of her mouth turned up before she answered. “Sure, Michael.”

    I help my hand out, letting her walk in front of me. Her hips swayed as she sauntered to the bar. I wanted to smack her ass for the wicked shit it did to my cock.

    Leaning against the bar, shoulder to shoulder, I motioned for the bartender. “What’ll it be? Pick your poison.”

    I expected her to say she wanted a girlie drink, something that required an umbrella, but I would’ve been dead f**king wrong.

    “Dirty martini, please. Straight up with extra olives.”

    The bartender approached, giving Mia the once over.

    It took everything in me not to punch his f**king lights out as he lingered a little too long on her chest.

    “What can I get you?” he asked her without looking in my direction.

    “Another beer and a dirty martini straight up with extra olives for the lady,” I said without caring who he asked.

    I wanted to take the rag he had in his hand and stuff it down his throat. He gave me a sour face before leaving us. I threw a twenty on the bar trying to avoid as much contact between him and Mia as possible.

    Mia began to laugh as he walked away. “Are you two going to have a pissing match next?”

    Her laughter became infectious.

    “I didn’t like the way he looked at you.”

    “Used to being the center of attention?” she asked with a cocked eyebrow and a grin.

    “No. Are you clueless to the way he just eye raped you, woman?”

    Her grin turned into a giant smile. “He’s a man. It’s what you all do.”

    “Glad you think so highly of us.” I leveled my gaze and grabbed the beer that had been left for me.

    “How would you describe how you were looking at me on the dance floor?” She challenged.

    “I wasn’t eye raping you, sweetheart.”

    “Call it what you want. Your eyes told a different story, Michael”

    “What’d they say?”

    “Something along the lines of, you and me and a little tryst in the bathroom stall.”

    She’s a feisty little thing.

    “You wouldn’t go home with me if I asked?”

    She coughed almost spitting out her drink. “No, not even after five of these babies,” she said as she held up her glass before taking another sip.

    “I like a challenge. I don’t like to lose either.”

    She smiled the rim of her glass. “I’ve never been called a quitter.”

    I never liked easy.

    My life had been filled with hard choices and challenges that kept me moving to bigger and better things.

    Everything came easy to my family. We grew up with money, not the kind that Paris Hilton had causing her to turn into a f**king train wreck, but my parents made sure we never wanted for anything.

    “What do you do, Mia? What makes you tick besides kneeing a man in the balls?”

    She placed her glass on the bar and twirled it in her fingers. “I’m in medicine.”

    I couldn’t take my eyes off her mouth. Her lips were full and red from the lip-gloss or whatever shit she had coating them. I wanted to know if it tasted like strawberry.

    “You’re a nurse?” I felt like I’d had to pull information out of her.

    She turned toward me with her mouth set in a firm line. “No. I’m a doctor.”

    I whistled, being thoroughly impressed by the statement.

    Dr. Mia was sexy as hell and had a brain to match. “Impressive. What kind?”

    “I work in the Emergency Room at County.”

    “Wow, that’s some hard shit. Wait, that’s where I know you from.” Her sassy mouth, beautiful looks, and sparkling hazel eyes made it all click when she said County Hospital ER.

    “You do?” Her brows shot up as her eyes grew wide. “I hope it wasn’t for anything too horrible.”

    “Cracked ribs a couple months back. You called me a cocky bastard I believe,” I said, smiling as I remembered her playfulness.

    The corner of her mouth twitched as she titled her head. “Ah, it’s all coming back to me now. I knew I met you before. Sorry I was mean to you.” She blushed.

    “Nah, I liked it when you called me that. You said you’d go to dinner with me and I’m holding you to your word.”

    Her brows knitted together as her eyes moved around my face. “I don’t remember it that way. If memory serves me right, I told you no.”

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