Tamed By You (Always & Forever #2)

2. Chapter Two

Chapter Two

Harry

What the fuck just happened?

How did we go from having a sparring match to me holding her in my arms, stroking her buttery soft skin and smelling her coconut shampoo?

I sniffed her hair. I need to get a grip.

I turn quickly, watching as she quick steps it to the bar. No doubt wanting to drown out the memory of what just happened between us because I’m about three steps behind her, needing to do the same, pretending that I’m not watching her perfectly round ass that is hugged by the pink silk fabric of her gown.

She reaches the bar and asks the bartender for two shots of vodka.

Fuck, she’s going for the hard stuff.

I come up behind her, pressing my front to her back.

“Make that four please.” I gesture the number with my fingers.

She spins her head so fast I'm surprised she hasn't snapped her neck.

“Who said you could join me?”

“It's a free bar, babe. I can drink what I like, where I like,” I argue, giving her a grin I know irritates the hell out of her.

Rolling her eyes, she turns to face the bartender as he places four shot glasses on the bar top and pours Belvedere vodka into each glass.

I move so I'm standing next to Ali, at only 5ft 6 with heels on at a guess, she barely reaches my shoulders. We take a glass each and I clink mine with hers.

“Cheers to us getting along for more than five minutes. That's got to be a new record for us,” I say, giving her a wink.

We throw the shots back, and I wince as the liquid hits my tongue. Vodka wouldn't be my poison of choice, but if she's drinking it, I’ll go with it. We take the next one, clinking our glasses together again, and take it down in one.

She drinks it as if it were water, not wincing. Placing her shot glass down she turns to look up at me and gives me the most genuine, sexy smile she’s ever given me. Alice Hart may be one of the most beautiful women I have ever met. From the moment I met her all those months ago, I was enamored by her. Her big icy blue eyes and long blonde hair stood out from across the room and when I saw that she was friends with Ria, I wanted to know everything about her.

I know I’m a joker, always being the class clown. My ability to crack a joke has got me through some of the worst times in my life and usually, that charm has afforded me the ability to get just about any woman I set my sights on… except her.

Ali has been the toughest nut to crack. I hoped she would warm to my charm, but she hasn't... yet. She challenges me in a way no other woman has, and I'd be lying if I said that the way she fights back doesn’t turn me on. However, she can be damn right bitchy at times, and I have never known a woman I’ve wanted to both fuck and tape her mouth shut for some peace and quiet.

Hmmm, maybe I could combine the two.

“So, are we going to talk about that little moment we just had back there, Ali Cat?”

She wrinkles her nose as she gestures to the bartender for more drinks.

“First of all, don't call me Ali Cat, we don't do the pet name thing. Second, there was no moment . Whatever you think went on just then, you can work that out in your room, alone… with your hand.”

The bartender places another four shots on the bar and we reach at the same time.

Ali goes to take her shot and just as the rim of the glass touches her lips, I lean in and say, “Or we could figure it out together, in my room with my hands on you, my fingers inside your…” She coughs, droplets of vodka sputtering from her mouth before I can finish my sentence. I chuckle and take down my shot as she tries to regain her composure.

She stares at me, licking her lips, her eyes searching mine.

I lean in, snaking an arm around her waist, grazing my mouth with the shell of her ear, taking a moment to inhale her scent before whispering, “Or, you could wrap those sexy legs of yours around my head and I’ll eat my way into your heart… you choose.”

I pull away, she stays unmoving, eyes wide. I take two shot glasses, handing her one before clinking them together, grinning like the arrogant bastard I am.

She swallows down the vodka, before clearing her throat and announcing clearly, “That, Harry Walker, will not be happening.”