Jasper's Claim | Book One

Two

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Demi tapped her foot impatiently as she lifted her drink to her lips, taking a sip.

She leaned both elbows on the table and wrapped her hands around the stem of the cocktail glass, slowly twirling her drink around by moving the glass in a clockwise motion.

'Long day? Or bad night?' The deep voice came from two seats away.

She appraised the man seated there, a little disappointed when she realized it wasn't Gavin.

But only a little.

Because what woman, in her right mind, would complain about the presence of this specimen of a male!

Her eyelids felt heavy as she raked her eyes over him from top to bottom, appreciation shining in her brown eyes as she took in his dark skin and toned body. Raising her eyes to meet his, she was a little startled to see that his smouldering gaze was directed at her... chest? She glanced down to see that her nipples had tightened into hard buds, showing their outline clearly through her dress.

She shifted slightly, angling her body away from his probing eyes and gasped softly as his eyes snapped up to meet hers.

He raised his one eyebrow, smirking slightly as he gestured to the seat beside her. 'May I?'

She nodded, cursing within herself for losing her voice. She cleared her throat and responded just as he was taking the seat; 'sure...'

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Jasper watched from the corner of his eye as one of his female bartenders approached, she was curvy, blonde and petite, everything he usually looked for in his women, fortunately for her, he didn't mix business with pleasure.

Also, he was intrigued with this exotic beauty sitting next to him.

He signalled to the approaching bartender discreetly, letting her know he didn't want to be disturbed and ignored her scowl as he turned back to the woman who'd caught his interest, the woman who was currently glancing around again.

He used her temporary distraction to his advantage dragging his eyes down her figure. He felt his pants tighten as his member swelled, she was even more beautiful up close.

Her porcelain skin made his fingers itch to touch her, her dark hair was knotted in a bun at the base of her skull and all he wanted to do was pull it loose and run his fingers through it.

She was petite but very blessed, he thought to himself as he regarded her ample breasts, tiny waist and firm, round derriere perched on the bar stool.

Unbidden thoughts of that ass perched on his lap ran through his mind and he clenched his fists, dragging his gaze back up to her face to find her watching him.

'You're very rude' she said to him in that low husky tone he was beginning to like. She turned her gaze away; 'at least buy a girl a drink first' he heard her murmur into her glass as she took another sip.

He sighed, his ogling was leading him to a less than pleasant start with this beauty, which was the exact opposite of what he was trying to achieve.

'Forgive me, I'm not usually this tongue tied when I'm with company'.

He smiled, holding out his hand, 'I'm Jasper.'

She eyed the hand he held out skeptically before taking it, startling him with her firm grip.

'Demi' She responded. 'Demi Rose.'

He nodded. 'Expecting company? You look like you're searching for someone.'

She sighed, 'I am...was' she shrugged, 'not anymore. I'll be heading out soon'.

He was disappointed, he'd been hoping to talk for a little bit. 'Stay a while?' he asked hopefully.

He wasn't sure why he was asking her. It was clear that his body wanted her, but it was highly unlikely that he would get into her pants tonight.

He usually went for the girls who didn't require much effort, girls who could accommodate his sexual appetite and dark desires, like his bartender, he mused, glancing at the female currently eyeing him hungrily, from her spot on the other side of the bar.

Demi Rose seemed like one of the good girls, who, ordinarily, he would have steered clear of, but tonight, for some reason, he wanted her to stay.

'Alright,' her husky voice reached him, drawing him out of his thoughts 'just for a few minutes.'

He smiled, and signalled to the hovering bartender 'I'd love to buy you a drink...'