Redeem Me: Oakville Series:Book Four Read Online Free

is singing and dancing, and we are the ones putting those smiles on their faces. I glance over to the corner booth where the girls usually sit. Holly and Amber are gawking all doe-eyed at their husbands. That’s nothing new. However, I am a little thrown when I notice the way Chelsie’s looking at me. I’ve seen that look before from countless women: lust. Pure, I want you in me now lust. Just never expected that look from sweet, innocent Chelsie. Seeing that look on her beautiful face gives me an instant hard on. I picture her curvy body lying under me, naked. Those perfect fun bags of hers bouncing every time I slam into her.
    I give her a little wink and my lopsided grin. Her face flushes an even darker shade of red. What the hell am I doing? I can’t be thinking of her like that. She’s too good. Too innocent for the likes of me. She needs a nice guy. One who can love her and make her happy.
    I switch my gaze to the cheap looking woman right in front of the stage. Her low cut blouse barely covering her girls and skin-tight leather skirt tells me she’s here to be noticed. She’s looking at me with that same lust. This is more my speed—a woman who just wants a one-nighter with a guy from the band. One who won’t expect a call the next day or for me to even remember her name once she leaves.
    I spend the remainder of the set flirting with her. A few winks here and there. A lopsided grin every now and then. It doesn’t take much to know she’s the one I’ll be bringing home tonight. Not being able to stop myself, I glance over to Chelsie. The lusty look I saw in her eyes earlier is long gone, replaced with a combination of anger and disgust. If looks could kill, I’d be lying bloody on the floor. I can understand the disgust—hell, sometimes I disgust myself with my behavior.
    But where’s the anger coming from? What the hell did I do to her? Yeah, we flirt a little back and forth, but there’s never been anything more. She can’t be pissed at me for that. I can take one look at her and tell she’s not a one night kind of girl. Besides, she can’t possibly want a guy like me, and even if she did, I’m not all about hearts and flowers.
     

    Chelsie
    I tip my appletini up to my lips, trying to get the very last drop. Damn Amber for getting us all hooked on these drinks. All night, I’ve been working up the courage to talk to Angel. I finally made the decision to approach him, to see if he’s up for a friends-with-benefits relationship with me, then I see him flirting with that woman and it just reminds me how much of a tramp he is.
    Is this really the type of woman he finds attractive? She’s more plastic than a Barbie doll—fake from her dyed blonde extensions all the way down to her pressed-on toenails. Her boobs look like they’re going to pop right out of her top. One wrong move, and those nips are gonna be showing themselves to the whole bar. Which is probably what she’s hoping for.
    She bats her glued-on eyelashes, and he winks at her. She puckers her collagen-inflated lips, and he throws out that panty-dropping smile of his. Honestly, that smile is a waste of his time. It’s doubtful this girl has any panties to lose. No way am I making myself up or acting like an idiot just to get his attention. What happened to being yourself? Oh, wait, that’s right—I’m the one who’s never had a boyfriend. I just don’t think I can act like Silicone Barbie up there. I’m more of a what you see is what you get kind of girl.
    “Are you trying to stare a hole through those silicone fun bags on Tits McGee over there?” Holly asks through her laughter. Amber is laughing so hard, she’s starting to look like a Smurf. I can’t help but join in, too. This whole thing is pretty damn funny. Here I am, a virgin, wanting the biggest whore in town to change all that for me. Of course he’s all over her—girls like me don’t go throwing themselves at men. Though…they don’t avoid them like the plague