EXCERPT - ENTICE - AVA HARRISON
The bartender comes over a few seconds later and places a tumbler down in front of me. I lift
the glass to my mouth, and as I’m about to swallow, I sense a presence beside me. I turn, take
the swig, and look at who’s there.
With long, sun-kissed locks that fall below her breasts, I lift my gaze to study her features. She’s
too young for me, that’s for certain. She appears to be in her mid to early twenties with big blue
eyes and freckled skin as though she’s just left the beach. Her hair flows in waves that look
tousled by the wind.
If I thought she was lovely before, she smiles, and my pulse begins to race. How long has it
been since I’ve gotten laid? Too long, if I have to ask.
I watch as she nibbles on her lower lip as if she’s waiting for me to say something. When I
don’t, she pulls her shoulders back and then flashes me a smirk.
“Mind if I join you?” But she doesn’t wait for me to answer before she takes the seat beside me.
In this position, I can see she’s wearing a dress, and from where she’s perched, it’s short.
“Not at all,” I say. “What would you like?”
“A glass of champagne, please,” she responds. Her voice is soft like an angel.
What is wrong with me?
I turn to the bartender again. “A glass of champagne for the lady.”
A second later, the flute is placed in front of her, and she tips it back, her full lips touching the
glass, her tongue sweeping out to lick a drop that missed her mouth.
I wonder what her lips would feel like on mine.
“So what brings you to Malaga?” I ask, needing to know more about this woman. “Business or
A seductive smirk spreads across her face as if she’s up to no good, and the idea of bringing
her back to my room later and sinking inside her becomes more and more promising.
“Pleasure,” she finally draws out, and I know if I want her, I can have her. I take a swig of my
drink and then sear her with my gaze.
“I’m supposed to be meeting a buddy for dinner, but it appears he’s not showing. Are you free
Since Tyler isn’t here, I might as well make the best of my trip.
Her eyes widen, and she opens to her mouth to speak, hopefully, to say yes, but then I hear it.
“Grayson,” the voice calls out from behind me, and I turn to find Tyler approaching. I want to
curse him for coming now. I know, at first, I hated that he was late, but now that he’s here, I want him to leave.
He turns to the lady on my right and smiles. “I see you found him,” he says to her, and I narrow
my brows . . .
He knows her.
“Yes, he was kind enough to buy me a drink.” She lifts the glass at him and winks.
“You’re not old enough to drink,” Tyler adds, and I swear it’s like I’m watching a ping-pong
game, and I can’t figure out what’s going on.
“I am in Spain,” she chides.
And that makes me look from him to her.
What am I missing?
Tyler . . . Is he cheating on Kim?
“So, Grayson, does she look the same?”
“Does who look the same?”
“River, of course.” He points at the stunning beauty beside me.
She looks familiar. Why do her eyes look familiar, and why is Tyler looking down adoringly at
this woman? And then it hits me in the gut.
This is no woman. She’s a girl. A very beautiful one but a girl, nonetheless.
Very. Fucking. Young.
How did I not see it before? A girl so young, she could be my daughter. She’s his daughter.
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