He tossed back a shot of whiskey and chased it with a beer. The band on stage lacked anything remotely remarkable. “You sure this next band is good?”
“Damn good. The lead singer is over there sitting with her band chatting.” Jackson pointed.
Jimmy followed his line of vision. He cocked his head to the side and leaned back in the chair. His boy looked rattled. Jackson shared a coconspirator glance with him. The sexy vision in black stood and his dick got hard. “Damn. I’d fuck the shit out of her.” He chuckled. The smile melted off his face as she turned around and gave him a clear shot of her face. “Sam.” Her name fell off his lips in surprise. Where the fuck were her clothes and glasses? The exotic bombshell striding his way carried herself with raw sensuality. He groaned inwardly upon inhaling her signature scent. For the life of him he didn’t see her hand hurtling toward his face until his head snapped back and pain bloomed across his left cheek.
