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I’ve never been to this club before but I can tell from the look in the guy's eyes that he knows Cillian is important.
“What’s your drink, lass?” Cillian looks me over.
“A cosmopolitan.”
He looks back to the bartender. “She’ll have a cosmopolitan and I’ll take a bottle of your finest wine. Also, bring us two shot glasses.”
“Sure thing.” The bartender nods, then he heads to the bar and starts mixing my cocktail.
I look back at Cillian and try not to show how wary I am of him. My goal needs to be to get out of here as quickly as possible. And not to entertain his…fascination with me. I know most women would kill to be in my shoes, but I’m not most women.
“Are you going to allow me to leave when we’re done?” I keep my tone even.
“Yes. I was thinking we could play a drinking game.”
“I’m not so sure it’s a good idea for me to be drunk around you.”
He grins back at me. “Scared of what you might do?”
“It’s more like the other way around.”
He chuckles deep and low. “I told you I won’t hurt you.”
“Of course, you did.”
The bartender returns with our drinks. He hands me my cocktail first, then opens the wine and pours Cillian a glass.
“Can I help you with anything else, Mr. O’Ridian?” The bartender does know him.
“Not at the moment. I’ll call you when I need anything.”
“No problem.” The bartender dips his head again for a curt bow then, instead of going behind the bar, he walks out the door, leaving us to ourselves.
This is the first time I’ve been alone with Cillian. And he’s already looking at me, giving me his undivided attention.
To break the tension, I lift my glass to my lips and take a sip of my drink. It tastes amazing. The blend of flavors bursts in my mouth and amplifies as it hits the back of my throat. It’s so good I take a big gulp, and another.
“Good?” Cillian keeps his eyes on me, focusing on my lips.
“Yeah. He nailed it.” I can already feel the gentle buzz I need to relax.
“Perfect. Ready to play?”
“I’m sure I’m not, but yeah. What are we playing?”
“Truth and drink.”
I raise my brows and narrow my eyes. “What kind of game is that?”
“Have you seen Game of Thrones?”
“Yes.”
His eyes flicker with interest. “It’s the drinking game from the show. Basically, I make an assumption about you. If I’m right, you drink. If I’m wrong, I drink. We can take three turns each, and we have to elaborate on every correct assumption.”
As he looks at me I find myself contemplating this game.“Not sure I like this game. I could either end up drunk or confirming some truth I don’t want to.”
He smiles again. “You won’t get drunk. We won’t even finish the bottle of wine, and I’ll only ask the burning truths I think I already know.”
