Free Souls ReAligned by Tricia Daniels

she regains that feeling of her powerful femininity. Her growing aura is one of pure, raw sexuality and it shows in the way she moves.
    Scott stands frozen, watching her approach. Nigel whistles his appreciation, causing John to look up. Blinking his eyes, he gives his head a shake to make sure that he’s not seeing things. Brian slaps Griff on the chest to get his attention, and then nods in her direction. One by one, she captures their attention; everyone’s except Ethan’s, that is. He’s on the phone, arguing with somebody. She can tell by the way his jaw is tense and that vein in his temple sticks out.
    “Hey, baby!” Trevor calls out.
    The white halter dress with the romantic black and lilac floral pattern gently flows around her as she sashays toward them with an exquisite grace. Her full round breasts, sway enticingly with her movements; commanding their virile thoughts.
    Letting out several more catcalls while she approaches, they carry on like a bunch of horny teenage boys.
    “Hey, girl!” Brian calls out, “Have you heard about the luck of the Irish? I’ve got something lucky for you in my pants.”
    Scott and John look at each other nervously. Ethan isn’t paying any attention to them right now, but when he realizes that they’re talking about Olivia, it’s not going to go over well.
    “Don’t listen to him, girl,” Griff says as she nears, “He’s all talk, small cock. Me, on the other hand; I can take care of you.”
    “Guys!” John starts.
    Scott shakes his head, stopping his warning.
    Olivia is focused on one man. The one who makes her burn with a powerful desire. Ethan O’Connell.
    With his back to her, ignoring the nonsense around him, Ethan busies himself with messages on his phone. Completely engrossed in what he’s doing, he’s unaware of what’s going on. Exiting the building, Carter heads out to join the boys, stopping abruptly when he sees her. “Holy shit!”
    Ethan glances over at Carter, narrowing his eyes at his behavior. Curious about the words he just muttered, he turns to see what’s stopped him dead in his tracks. He’s not prepared for the shock of seeing Olivia James heading toward him. At least he thinks it’s her. She looks… different; really different!
    “Well, I’ll be fucked!” Ethan says in shock. Watching her approach, he’s stunned by her beauty. His eyes settle on the V-shaped neckline that plunges low between her breasts, revealing her ample cleavage. Lord have mercy! How short is that fucking dress? The sight of her sends a jolt of energy through his body like lightening. Lowering his gaze to the banded waist that accentuates her assets, he watches as the skirt flows gently in the breeze, revealing her thighs. Angst washes over him as he considers that a brisk gust of wind would bare her most private parts to all his friends. That’s something he does not intend to share with any of them.
    All the air has seemingly vacated his lungs. Inhaling deeply, he tries to calm the impulse to grab her, manhandle her into the hotel, force his way between her legs and possess her. Finally claiming her as his own. Only his! Jesus, this woman brings out the dominant man in him. He has no idea how much longer he’s going to be able to maintain control.
    Ignoring the stares and crude comments, Olivia walks right up to Ethan leaving the other men speechless, open mouthed, and stunned. Tipping the sunglasses to the top of her head, she puts her hands flat on his chest.
    Standing perfectly still, his eyes slide down her body in a slow perusal, drinking in her beauty.
    Slowly she rubs her hands all the way down his chest, her eyes following their movement. She knows every tensed muscle by memory.
    Neither of them says a word, they don’t have to. The air around them is charged with their powerful energy. It’s as if the touch of her fingertips sends electricity into his body, bringing to life every blood vessel, every twitching nerve ending. That very touch confirms