Chapter 11: Hendrix

Hendrix Parker

"Guess he took care of my mini meltdown for me," I muttered, not quite knowing how I felt about that. There was something sexy about a man that took charge, but this situation called for me to keep myself level-headed.

Hendrix, no matter how handsome he seemed from his profile picture, wasn't following the rules.

"Stop moping or second guessing, Beau. At the very least, the guy is hot. You'll have a great lunch and if it doesn't pan out...bye bye, hottie."

She had a point, and looking at his picture once more solidified it. I'd have a nice lunch with a man that personified tall, dark, and dangerous to my ovaries.

With jet black hair in a slight pompadour style, a square jaw with a nice five o'clock shadow, and tiny smirk on his full lips...the man was sinful.

But it was those light hazel eyes my own came back to time and time again. There was something there beneath the slight crinkles around his orbs that pulled me in.

Made me curious.

Without rational thought, my fing