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.

was no point 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 her. She

redhead whispered in his ear,

his brown skin beauty with hazel

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The haze of sleep slowly lifted with a very horrid cry

it sounded like, Dez thought because

voice was laced with drowsiness.

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

so freaked." She said with a slight grin before grabbing her cell and touching her finger to the screen. With the alarm silent,

bed. They were in his

do IT." She

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

knees, resting his elbows on them as he watched Tabitha dress. At least

to meet, talk to, and sleep

and picked

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