Hugh’s POV
This entire night, and now early morning, has been a total bust.
I spent hours at the club trying to find the perfect partner for a long night of blissful activities, but every woman I considered, I saw something about her I just didn’t like.
The blond in the tight blue dress? Too thin, and too blonde.
The brunette on the dance floor with the bedroom eyes? Too bold. I wanted someone shier tonight. Someone who would blush when I whispered in her ear all the things I wanted to do to her.
No, none of these women were right.
With regret, as time went on, I slowly came to realize that it wasn’t the quality of women that was upsetting me. Instead, it was my own preferences that were making things difficult tonight.
The only problem the women had tonight was that they weren’t m
