The Wingman (Vancouver Storm, #3)

by Stephanie Archer

She’s Kit’s ex. She’s off-limits, and she’s her own person who can make her own decisions, but I think about some guy’s hands all over her, and I want to break something.

I’m a pretty face, a nice set of abs, and a really, really good fuck, and I don’t pretend to be anything more.

I want to get all dressed up, go to a nice restaurant, be told I look pretty, and then go home and have sex against a wall.”

Get it girl! 😆

A new pair of shoes is like an omega-3 for your soul.” Her smile turns coy and playful. “I’m a doctor, so I know what I’m talking about.”

“So, Darcy.” He leans forward and gives me a seductive, arrogant smile. “What made you ask me out?” I bite back a laugh and clutch my chest dramatically with a faraway look. “You were standing on the table in the middle of the bar, flexing those big muscles⁠—” His eyebrows bob and he grins wider, entertained. “—and I thought, now that’s a man. Then you roared and tore your shirt open, and I fainted.” “And I caught you.” His smile is magnificent as he leans back in his chair, watching me. “You woke up in my arms, caught one look at my rippling muscles, and fainted all over again.”

she’s going to wear for some other guy—and the urge to make a move races through me. “Welp, good night.” I rise and toss her duvet over her head. “It’s nine o’clock,” she laughs from under it,