His voice drips sex, but then again, so does everything else about him. God, I don't know what comes over me, but I lean in closer, too. Just over the bar a little, close enough that I could reach out and touch him if I want.
Fuck me, I totally want.
"Are you talking about the drink?" I ask. "Or about the act itself?"
His eyes darken, but his smile stays easy and relaxed.
"Depends on if you're in the mood for vodka…or something a little harder."
"Only a little?"
His loud laugh at my words breaks the moment we had going. I'm disappointed as he steps back and begins to pour me a drink. At least I think it's my drink. He's adding a lot of liquor from different bottles.
Like a lot.
I think he might be trying to get me drunk, which is pretty stupid on his part because right now, just looking at him, I'm the surest thing in Sandstone Cove.
He moves to place the drink in front of me, but before he does, he takes a long pull from the glass himself. "Why don't we start with the drink, beautiful girl? You know, before we move on to anything else."
I'm just about to feel disappointed, which is ridiculous because he just called me beautiful, but then he adds, "And just so you know…nothing about me is little."
Well, then.
I flush all over, and even in this dark room, I'm certain he can see it. Hell, he can probably feel it from where he's standing. I take a drink to calm my nerves and say, "I guess I'll just have to take your word for it."
"I guess you will," he says. "For now."
A couple people walk inside and sit at the other end of the bar, and without another word or look, he walks away from me and over to them. My heart is pounding, so I take another drink and tell myself to settle the fuck down. He was just flirting with me because I'm the only woman here who isn't attached or geriatric. And while I'm not above admitting I liked the attention, I'm also a little embarrassed that I let myself take it so far.
He probably just wants a big tip.
The drink is good, though. And before I know it, I'm relaxing in my seat, leaning back and closing my eyes. There's soft music playing overhead, and that combined with the sound of the ocean just outside is enough to lull me into this amazing state of contentment. This – exactly this – is what I was looking for on this vacation.
"Easy now," he says. I open my eyes and he's right back in front of me, leaning on the bar. Everything about him is still laid-back, but there's something in his eyes. Something in the way that he's looking at me. "That drink's pretty strong."
"It's a good thing I'm a big girl and can handle it, then."
He reaches across and takes the now-empty drink from my hand. When he does, his fingers brush against and linger on mine for just a moment. He's so warm against the cold of the glass, but before I can enjoy the way his skin feels against mine, he pulls back.
"Well, then…maybe I should pour you another."
"I'd like that."
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