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“Nero,” I said. “His family owns the place. He has an equal share of the business. The VP of Sales is his brother, Laurent.”
“Funny, he didn’t mention any of that.”
He never did, and I never understood why. “He’s modest.”
Damian’s gaze shifted down the bar to Nero, who was flirting with that blonde. “Looks like it.”
“Yeah.” I took a massive sip of wine and tried to ignore the Nero show.
“I told him you sent me, and he gave me a good deal, so thank you for that.”
I doubt it had anything to do with me and more to do with the fact of getting a foot in the door of a great opportunity, but who was I to turn down praise? “You’re welcome.”
“Let me buy you a drink to show my appreciation.”
I held up my glass, not realizing my big sip downed almost the entire thing. Shit. I might be hitching a ride with Sherry later, or staying in her office while the alcohol worked its way out of my system.
“Another glass would be great.”
“Sauvignon Blanc, right?”
“You remembered”
“Of course.” He smiled, highlighting the dimple in his cheek. He held up his hand, but instead of getting Chris’ attention, he grabbed Nero’s.
I straightened in my seat, determined to be casual. He was the one who left me in a hotel room two hours away. If anyone should feel uncomfortable, it should be him.
“Damian,” Nero said, eyeing me with those too blue eyes. “What can I do for you?”
“I would love to buy this beautiful lady a glass of Sauvignon Blanc.”
“Looks like she already has a glass,” Nero said, swiping the towel off his shoulder and wiping down the bar in front of Damian, forcing Damian to pick his glass up.
“She’s almost done.”
I downed the rest of the glass. “Done.” I held up the glass and pushed my arm toward Nero. His eyes narrowed. He didn’t move to grab the glass, and I sat there, awkwardly holding the stem.
“You have to drive,” he said.
“I’ve only had one glass. I think I know my limit.”
“It’s my bar, so that’s not your decision to make.”
What the hell? Why was he being such an arrogant prick?
“I think the lady can have another glass. If need be, I can drive her home.”
“I bet you’d like that, huh?”
Damian didn’t flinch. He straightened and stared at Nero head on. “I would just like to buy the lady a drink.”
Nero’s blue eyes no longer popped. A storm moved in, the dark blue melding into black and becoming one. His jaw tightened, and for a second, I was afraid he might say something he’d regret.
“Fine,” Nero all but growled.
“It was the Sauvignon Blanc,” Damian said.
“I know what she drinks.” Those five words held more venom than a deadly dose.
