“So, get this, that smokin’ hot chick Morris brought to the party is a partner in some big law firm downtown. Can you believe that? I would’ve bet a million bucks she was a centrefold in some porn rag. I mean, seriously, did you see you her in that bikini? That rack…” “Take this, Atwell,” Steve said, thrusting a tray of food at him. He didn’t need anyone to draw his attention to Brooklyn. He hadn’t been able to take his eyes off of her all day. The sight of her prancing around in that bikini was driving him crazy. “Every single guy here has struck out with her today,” Mark said, popping a cracker into his mouth. “How ‘bout you? Have you taken your turn at bat?” “None of your goddamn business,” he said, taking a long pull from his bottle of beer. He was not going to tell anyone what had happened between him and Brooklyn in his wine room. He couldn’t even make sense of it himself. One look at her and he was hooked. She touched him, kissed him, and he couldn’t stop thinking about getting her into his bed.
