Chapter 182: SURFER ON ACID

Edeline Conor’s tall, muscular frame strode ahead of me, his jeans fitting snugly as he walked, and his flannel shirt hugging his well-built arms. His rugged style just fit right in with the atmosphere of the place, like he belonged here. I suddenly felt a bit out of place, my eyes wide as I took in my surroundings. A group of guys playing pool were checking me out, making comments that I could easily pick up on. I felt their gazes like pricks against my skin, and I could hear their crude thoughts about how much they wanted me. A surge of frustration welled up inside me, my forehead furrowing as a deep growl escaped my lips before I even realized it. I perked up, startled, when I heard another growl—this one low and menacing. I quickly turned my head toward Conor, who was giving the men a fierce glare that could freeze fire. They immediately shifted their attention back to their game, pretending as if nothing had happened. There were a few elderly gentlemen in the corner, their questio