“Yes, I can tell,” he said and Audrey’s smile remained.
He had an accent.
Accents were sexy.
“I’m fine. My sister is getting married, that’s probably why I look sad.”
He shook his head, “Isn’t a wedding a good thing?”
Audrey smiled, “Of course it is, but I’m losing my sister.”
The guy nodded, “Yes, but you are gaining a brother.”
Audrey’s smile grew as she gazed up into his bright blue eyes. He was tall, really tall, and Audrey liked it. She liked that he was so much bigger than she. She had always been with little guys since she was so short but at that moment she was liking the giant who stood in front of her. “I think you’re right.”
He chuckled, a deep throaty sound that made Audrey’s girly parts scream. Oh, he was sexy. “I am always right.”
Audrey giggled at his cockiness. It was totally something Lucas would say, and thinking of him made her smile. She nodded her head before looking back up into the giant’s eyes, “Is that right?”
“Yes, I’ve been watching you all night and I am sure I was right to come and talk to you because honestly, you are the most gorgeous woman I have ever seen.”
Oh, wow.
***
Tate Odder was nervous.
He wasn’t lying to the beautiful brunette when he said he had been watching her all night. He had been sitting at the bar when she walked in with her phone at her side, looking so gorgeous it took his breath away. There was something about her wide bright brown eyes that had him begging to know her name. He spent hours watching her and her friends. He recognized the team’s owner, Eleanor Adler, and he swore that one of them was his good friend, Lucas Brooks’ soon to be wife, Fallon, but he wasn’t sure. Not that he cared though. He had eyes only for the curvy brunette and he had to figure out a way to go over there. Even after calling Lucas six times to tell him about her, he still couldn’t get the balls to walk over to talk to her.
Since coming to Nashville, Tennessee eight months ago, he still hadn’t adapted to dating in Music City. There was something different about the girls here than in his Swedish homeland. Maybe it was their accents or his but he felt like an idiot. No matter how much Lucas coached him on the art of picking up women, Tate couldn’t do it. He was scared they would make fun of his accent or the gap between his teeth.
He was just starting to get popular in the NHL world. Even though he was ranked fifth in the NHL for saves, he still wasn’t confident enough to walk up to a woman.
But that was about to change.
When the beauty walked to the bar by herself, Tate channeled his inner Lucas and made his way toward her. When he got closer and saw that she looked sad he had to know why.
Tate couldn’t help notice how beautiful she was. She was short, but he didn’t mind. After dating nothing but tall Swedish women, he was ready for a change. Tate liked that she wasn’t bone thin either, he liked that she had wide hips and a nice round ass. When his eyes fell on her large br**sts, he had to make himself look up into her beautiful face. There was something about big br**sts that did it for Tate. Call it cliché but he loved big breasted women.
The bigger the better.
As his eyes met her heavy lidded, bright brown ones, he couldn’t help but smile. Her eyes sparkled as a bright smile came across her luscious glossy lips. “All night, huh?”
Tate nodded as his eyes filled with lust. He needed her. There was something uncommonly beautiful about her. Maybe it was the shape of her face, round but with a pointy nose. Or maybe it was the fact that he couldn’t keep his eyes off her chest. What it was, he didn’t know. All he knew was that he needed her.
Now.
Nothing was said as the two stood gazing into each other’s eyes. Tate couldn’t help but notice the lust swirling deep within her eyes as her smirk grew wider. When Tate asked Lucas to help him pick up women, he thought Lucas’ advice was going to make it easier for him. He was completely wrong. He had spent the last four months listening to every pick up line Lucas gave him but even at that moment, nothing was coming. All he could do was stare into the depths of her brown eyes. They were mesmerizing.
“You’re beautiful,” he gasped out.
She bit into her bottom lip and Tate’s grip on the bar tightened. “Thank you.”
“Don’t thank me. I should be thanking you for gracing this world.”
Ooo, good one, Lucas, Tate thought as blush dusted the beauty’s cheeks.
“Ooo, that was smooth,” she giggled. She lightly brushed her hand against his, and Tate was convinced his hand was on fire. She must of felt it too, because she gasped, moving her hand away quickly before looking up at him.
“I have to tell you,” she said with a shy grin, “It’s usually not this easy.”
He looked down at her, “Easy how?”
“This easy to pick me up. I usually make guys work for it.”
He grinned and her smile widened, “So you want me too?”
She eyed him, her face bright with excitement. He may have been a little too forward but he was a blunt person, and hardly ever hid his feelings from anyone.
She moved closer, her eyes grew dark with lust as she said, “I do and I don’t even know your name.”
“Do you want to know it?” he asked with a cocky grin. It was another line out of Lucas’ book and Tate couldn’t believe he remembered half of what Lucas told him. He was drunk, and horny, not a good combination when trying to pick up a woman. Especially one as gorgeous as the one who stood in front of him.