A Taste of Spring

Chapter 21

Fallon probably pointed out various attractive women but Dez didn't look because he didn't care. None of those women were like his. "Hell," he groaned again when he realized he claimed Anna again. She wasn't his. She obviously didn't want to be because if she did, she would have left a damn number.

"Look, man," Fallon said, patting him on the shoulder, "you have to shake this shit. A hot chick came into your life for a brief moment. That's that." He shrugged. "You need to get over it. You're acting like a WON."

Dez sat up. The stare he gave his best friend was one of pure disgust. He was actually offended. He was no Wounded-One-Nighter.

(Or am I?)

Dez lifted his glass to his mouth and downed the remaining liquid, about half the glass of whiskey, in one gulp.

(Dammit, I am.)

"You boys want some company?"

Dez looked up to see the Karaoke Princesses standing around their table. Each of them, five total, was beautiful in her way. Yet, he wasn't interested. But when the saucy redhead beauty with long hair, large breasts, and round ass touched his shoulder then sat on his lap, Dez forced a smile.

The first step of removing his WON tag was to forget and move on. He glanced over at Fallon as he offered the other women seats.

never had. More than a month had passed since his unexpected night with Anna and he hadn't heard from her. She knew where he

ear, "You like playing with

She wasn't his brown skin beauty with hazel eyes but she

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silence, jarring Dez into a slight panic. The haze of sleep slowly lifted with a very horrid cry of

it sounded like, Dez thought because it

tiny voice was laced with

glared at the woman beside him. It took him a moment

grin before grabbing her cell and touching her finger to the

in his bed at his place.

do IT." She

and pelvis were covered in the most amazing lingerie he'd ever seen. Her red hair looked like she'd just stepped out of

Tabitha, right?" Dez rubbed the back of his neck, "I'm sorry." He raised his knees, resting his elbows on them as he watched Tabitha dress. At

to, and sleep with an author they

what." He threw off the comforter and picked up his shirt

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