G is for Girls
He knew it was a mistake.
He knew it was a mistake the second the red head sidled up to him with those pouty lips and doe eyes. He was drunk, he knew he was drunk, he knew she was trouble. He knew Cougar would kill him. But booze does funny things when a crimson-haired bombshell is jiggling her D-cups in your face.
They were probably fake, he thought later.
He was only half awake when Cougar kicked him – literally – out of his bed and started swearing at him in Spanish. He'd never seen anyone or anything so angry. He caught something about a hussy and a shotgun and giving him a few new holes. Cougar was so mad that when he finally left, he forgot his hat.
Jensen had never felt more like shit in his life.