Kate Bishop Hot Novels & Stories

He's trying to get a rise out of me, and it's definitely working. Jo slides her sunglasses down to the tip of her nose and makes a show of wiggling her fingers at him. “Yeah, he’s hot, Kate,” she says. “You really don’t see it? I mean, I guess you like clean cut guys, and he’s very....not, with the tattoos, and the nipple piercings, and...shit, he’s got a nice ass.”

He wasn’t even trying to hide it. Kate suddenly appeared beside me, her blonde hair a mess of curls and her drink sloshing dangerously. “You look hot,” she said with a smirk, bumping her shoulder into mine. “Thanks,” I murmured, keeping my eyes on my glass. “Hot enough to make a certain someone lose his damn mind,” she added, her tone wicked. I didn’t need to ask who. I already knew. “Stop,” I muttered, rolling my eyes. “He’s with someone.”

~TESSA~ Oh no, Debbie! What was she up to again? She marched in and closed the door behind her. “That dress? That beige thing? No, ma’am. No... no... no. Not for your first party as a Bishop-in-law..” “I... I don’t need anything fancy,” I stammered. “I just want to be comfortable.” “Comfort is for bedsheets. You’re Ryder Bishop’s woman. You’re not showing up in something that looks like oatmeal.”

He was doing the hand-on-chin-and-look-away gesture (how he managed to pose expertly like a model without actually meaning to pose for a camera was a mystery), and there were two bulky men in black suits with this cliché white earphone thing hooked into their ears, who I immediately guessed as bodyguards or escorts, on either side of him. I hadn't even realized I was staring until I felt Kate shift beside me and playfully bump her shoulders against mine. "Oh, that's really hot. Damn, you're one lucky bitch. You caught a big one." I spun my neck to face her. "I did not catch anything. He's hot, I admit, but he's an asshole. And that's doesn't sound like something that'd make me a lucky bitch.