A Taste of Spring

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.

in crying over something you never had. More than a month had passed since his unexpected night with Anna and he hadn't heard from

in his ear, "You like playing with fire."

his brown skin beauty with hazel eyes but she was sexy. "I absolutely love

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into a slight panic. The haze of sleep slowly lifted with

it sounded like, Dez thought

the tiny voice was laced with drowsiness.

up and glared at the woman beside him. It took him a moment to remember where and how, but he couldn't

grabbing her cell and touching her finger to the screen. With the alarm

his bed

She motioned

were covered in the most amazing lingerie he'd ever seen. Her red hair looked like she'd just stepped out of a salon and her face...hell, her pale skin seemed to just glow with youth and vitality.

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.

many people get to meet, talk to, and sleep with an author they actually love? You can't tell but

in it, he saw understanding. "Tell you what." He threw off the comforter and picked up his shirt from last night and pulled it over his head. "How about