“You all right?” he asked, looking bemused as Joe placed another shot in front of me. I started to answer his question and mentally kicked myself when I realized I’d been staring at him like he was a tall glass of water on a hot summer day. Matter of fact, I was about ninety-nine point nine percent sure I may have licked my lips in anticipation.
“Absolutely. How ‘bout you?” I asked, trying for a seductive throaty voice that just went wrong. “Thanks for the drink,” I added, sucking down the liquid confidence in an attempt to calm my frazzled nerves.
His bemused expression turned to outright amusement as he took in my watery eyes that had resulted from my quick gulping of the whiskey shot. “Another?” he asked with raised eyebrows.
“Why not,” I answered, though the room was already tilting slightly. I could count on one hand the amount of times I’d actually had a drink growing up. They all centered on the time my life had slipped drastically off course. I’d gone hog wild for a couple of weeks until I realized drowning my sorrows in alcohol only made me sick, and didn’t solve anything anyway. After that it wasn’t a viable option. Needless to say, my time in high school and college had been pretty lackluster.
Tall, Dark and Dreamy chuckled softly beside me as he flagged down Joe for another round. Holding up his own shot glass, he waited until I raised mine to meet his, and then winked at me as we clinked glasses. “Damn,” my breath hitched. I was a sucker for winking too. Something about it made my stomach tighten up in anticipation and my breath quicken. Not to mention having Mr. Seximist behind the wink made other areas tighten up too, while a certain other area began to throb. It took me a moment to distinguish the throbbing as desire. My one and only sexual encounter had been four years ago, after prom, and it didn’t last long enough to ever cross over into the desire category. It was the means to an end. I had wanted to feel normal just for one night, and by the end of the dance, I finally coaxed Shawn Johnson into ending my virgin status once and for all. He’d resisted the idea at first, but my constant touches and whispered comments finally muddled his brain enough that he caved. The actual act lasted less than two minutes and hurt like a bitch, but in the end, I was glad I’d gone through with it.
It was ironic that one wink by Mr. Voice had me crossing my legs in an attempt to distill the ache that was slowly beginning to radiate between my legs. He’d managed to excite me more in three minutes of flirting than Shawn had done in an entire evening of slow dancing, grinding and sloppy kisses.
I was pulled away from my thoughts by a low chuckle. “Son of a bitch, not again,” I thought, blanching inwardly. He busted me gawking at him like a lovesick teenager again. “Okay, pull it together,” I reminded myself. “Focus on why you’re here.” I welcomed the warm buzz from yet another shot of bourbon and the uncharacteristic confidence that came with it. Licking the last drop of amber liquid off my bottom lip, I watched with satisfaction as his eyes settled on my lips. I could do this.
“You know, you keep winking at girls like that and one of them is bound to take it as an invitation,” I said.
“Sweetheart, I only wink at the girls I’m interested in,” he answered smoothly, tipping his own glass to his lips.
The desire I had been trying in vain to control unfurled inside me, making my nipples harden beneath the black lace bra I had the uncanny foresight to don that evening. The dull ache between my legs morphed into a steady throbbing that even my crossed legs could not ease.
“Is that so?” I asked, arching my eyebrow in what I hoped was a seductive manor.
“It’s a fact, sweetheart,” he whispered close to my ear.
I clamped my lips together so I wouldn’t embarrass myself by moaning out loud as his warm breath rustled the hair at the nape of my neck. I resisted the urge to sweep my long dark hair out of the way to give him more access.
“You’re pretty cocky,” I said as he signaled Joe for another round. My head was already spinning, but I figured another one couldn’t