He scanned the area to look for her, spinning in a circle. A woman caught his attention through the glass of the studio as she emerged through a door inside. When she stopped and stood just inside the entrance, his attention focused in on her like a homing beacon.
He tilted his head slightly to one side. She bent over, her dark, blue-streaked hair falling softly against her cheeks as she untangled the leashes of two rambunctious Jack Russell terriers. Whoa, tight black leather across that shapely ass would easily capture a man’s attention. There wasn’t much of it, but he was going to go ahead and call it a pair of shorts for lack of a better term. And he was going to call her ass incredible. Her creamy smooth, heartbreaking legs tapered down to a pair of unbelievable heels—a multi-colored zombie motif. Those were just plain dangerous.
She straightened up from the dogs, and Jared quickly reworked the whole fatal combination in his head. The black and white polka-dot halter top she was wearing was definitely the danger area. The pale ivory tops of her full breasts played peek-a-boo with the polka dots, and to his very hungry eyes, that was a kill zone—a verifiable hot spot with a very elegant string of black pearls looping across her chest with a cross at the end, teasing the notch of her cleavage like sin and redemption all nestled together temptingly.
Fuck yeah…wait…oh fuck was more like it!
Jared never really considered himself a possessive man, but one look at her and he was transformed into a bona fide selfish jerk.
And she was a magnificent Goth princess.