Circus || Hunter & Abigail
Hunter paced back and forth outside the entrance of the club. He felt as if he had been pacing so long that he was starting to wear a groove in the sidewalk. Even the limo driver was starting to get irritated. Hunter knew Abigail would be less than pleased to have been set up on this date with him, but there was no way of getting out of it, so her delaying was going to do her more bad than good.
The circus. Hunter rolled his eyes at the thought. There was nothing remotely appealing about watching a group of people in glittery spandex jumping through hoops with lions in the background. The only thing that made the evening even slightly attractive was that he finally had the little brunette in his grasp without her being able to escape. Her feisty ways but insistence that she was one of the good ones made him chuckle. He’d have broken any of the fight out of her by the time the night was over. He just had to endure this tacky performance in the big top before he could delight in everything the girl had to offer. She couldn’t exactly turn him down tonight, not if she wanted to keep her head. Besides, knowing Ryan, it would be expected of all the girls to sleep with their date tonight. Although he had a little more planned than just some old fashioned vanilla.