The Fall of Bradley Reed (Seasons of Revenge, #3)

by Morgan Elizabeth

I shake my head at her before stepping closer and wrapping my arm around her waist. She feels good there, pressed against me. It must cloud my mind. Or maybe it's the two sips of alcohol I had. Or maybe it’s the sun. Or maybe it’s the short fucking skirt she’s wearing that swishes against her upper thighs with each step. Either way, I speak, and the words absolutely do not pass through a filter before leaving my mouth. “If you were mine, I’d fuck ‘fine’ out of your vocabulary. A woman like you? Deserves nothing but fucking perfection.” It comes out low and quiet, but I know she heard me. Her mouth is dropped open, and even though all I can seem to do is the exact opposite of what I should do, I manage not to kiss her. Instead, my free hand reaches behind her, grabbing the glass from her hand and stepping back before pouring it into mine. “Now, what the fuck do you want to drink, Olivia?” Her mouth is still open, she’s still standing there frozen, but she answers. “Cider, please.” I smile. “That’s a good girl. Now go sit and wait for me to bring your drink.”