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Delicately sculpted jawline, strong chin, piercing eyes, and all the cliche hotness you could think of. I had never had so many reasons to want to make bad decisions, especially not all in one person.
From his jet-black hair to his captivating blue eyes, his face was an exact replica of what romance novels thrived on.
And his body? Even under his suit, his large muscles rippled. I could feel the fabric of his suit straining, begging to be freed. In that moment, I wanted badly to trade positions with his outfit.
I wanted to see him without all that heavy clothing, to run my fingertips across his skin, to trace those lines of power that adorned him. Looking at how huge he was made me wonder how large he would be down…
“Well, what will it be, Miss?” his deep, baritone voice boomed through the loud atmosphere, and it took every ounce of strength in me not to jump into his arms. Like he wasn’t already perfect enough!
Suddenly, I didn't have the balls to decline him. "How about I try something new? Perhaps something non-alcoholic that complements jazz music?" I turned to the bartender.
He shot me a smile. “An excellent choice. We have a lovely selection of house-made sodas. How about our ‘Raspberry Rose Fizz’? It's made with fresh muddled raspberries, a touch of rosewater, and topped with sparkling water infused with rose petals.”
“Perfect.”
As he mixed the drink, I briefly glanced at the stranger. He was seated, also watching the bartender.
“First time here?” I didn't know why I asked. Perhaps it was because something about his aura didn't quite fit this place.
He nodded, bringing his eyes to me. Striking blue orbs held my gaze. I could have sworn that I knew his face from somewhere. But I couldn’t place where.
“I come here all the time,” I started amidst the loud music. “Well, maybe not all the time. I mean, I visit clubs to unwind, but not this place. I don’t frequent this place.”
This place was somewhat out of my league. Expensive. Emma had paid for it.
“Hmmm.” His deep rumble ricocheted through my chest, and I clenched my legs shut instinctively.
He seemed to notice because his gaze fell to my thighs. I could feel my skin burning under the heat of his stare. It was a pleasurable burn that shot tingles straight to my core.
Just when it started to get too much, the waiter interrupted. With a small nod, he dropped our drinks.
I quickly sipped mine. A burst of tartness awakened my taste buds, followed by a wave of sweetness as the juice flowed through my throat.
Indeed, it was an excellent choice. But I couldn't focus on it for long.
My breath hitched when I turned to find him drinking his glass of whiskey.
His head was tilted back to reveal a thick, long throat that bobbed with each sip. The movement was hypnotizing. I couldn't deter my gaze until he looked at me.
Heat filled my cheeks. I was thankful he couldn't see it. Still I did the only thing I could at that moment. Talk.
“I came with a friend.”
Briefly, I glanced in the direction I’d left her. Wait, where's Emma?
“Friend?” He arched a brow.
“Her name is Emma. We were supposed to catch up on old times since I haven't seen her in a long time but I don't know where she went. We were over there just now, and I informed her that I—”
“How about we take a break? Just the both of us? And maybe look for Emma in the process?” His voice held promises. But not one to find Emma.
A delicious shiver jolted my spine as I struggled to let my words out. “And where might that be?”
“Where do you think?” His eyes darkened slightly, and a subtle grin stood at the corner of his lip.
“Let’s see,” he stepped closer. “Somewhere between your arms or your thighs.”
The tingling anticipation of pleasure overrode any emotions as I felt my primal urges starting to take over. My self-control was barely hanging by a thread.
