Yummy.
“Man do I hate chick drinks,” he said returning the glass in front of me, bringing me back from my erotic thoughts. “Well I didn’t make it for you, now did I?” Sanders asked with a mock attitude making me laugh. Corey fixed Sanders with a glare that couldn’t be mistaken. He wasn’t bothered by Sander’s comment; but he sure wasn’t a fan of the flirtatious look Sanders was eyeing me with.
“Just make the lady her drink.” The sharp sting of his tone made me smile.
“Excuse me, ma’am, is this guy bothering you?” Sanders asked leaning in towards me. Corey playfully rolled his eyes and smacked the back of his head. I could see now why Corey had become overly defensive when I asked about Sanders’ skills; the two of them truly did act like brothers and it was entertaining as hell.
Sanders completed the cocktail, popped a cherry up into the air and caught it in the drink directly in front of me. I couldn’t resist clapping my hands for him while Corey let out a snicker. This was better than the last one I tried. After downing a couple gulps with the straw, Corey grabbed it to sample too.
“This is fantastic.” Sanders bowed his head a little at my praise making his boyish charm shine through.
“Might I suggest the next drink?” He asked, leaning in so it felt as if we were sharing a secret for only us to know.
“I think I’m okay with that.” The flirty whisper came out the way it naturally did when I was enjoying myself.
Corey’s arm draped along the back of my chair and he cleared his throat to break up our ‘moment.’ Sanders didn’t move from his position nor did he drop our eye contact. “Frozen mango margarita?” My head nodded furiously; anything with tequila in it instantly became one of my favorite things.
“That sounds fantastic.” Corey shook his head at Sanders while he took another drink from the long island.
“I do have to say Danielle—that shirt looks great on you,” Sanders complimented, as he continued mixing up my margarita.
“Thanks, it’s nothing special though, just something from the back of my closet.” Which of course was a lie. I didn’t own anything that I would simply put in the back of the closet. Either way the compliment made me smile.
“Now I’m sure that isn’t true. I’d be willing to bet everything you own looks amazing on you.” Sanders set my margarita down in front of me with a wink as he leaned into me again. “Women like you are always special.” I could feel my cheeks redden as I smiled. Corey reached out and smacked Sanders on the arm, bringing me out of the moment.
“Sanders is pretty good with putting the charm on when it means getting a higher tip.” Corey warned me while giving the eye to Sanders.
I felt stupid but impressed—this kid knew what he was doing. “Well you definitely have that part down,” I said with a laugh.
“Just because I can give a compliment and mean it doesn’t mean I’m solely thinking about tips the way you do, Corey.”
The boys continued their playful bickering and I found myself lost in the dynamic between them. There was no doubt that these two would do fantastic for any events—the guests would really get a kick out of them. During my thoughts I noticed my margarita looking lonely sitting by itself so while the two continued on like high school girls I took a big drink. Oh yes—this boy knew how to make a margarita.
“Well Sanders, you are without a doubt hired to work weddings at my Inn.”
“Sweet.” He said with a smile. Corey took the margarita from my hands to give it a try.
“See, didn’t I tell you my employees know what they’re doing?”
“You did,” I agreed with Corey before turning my attention back to Sanders. “Where did you learn how to toss those bottles around like that without dropping anything?” He cocked an eyebrow as his eyes darted between me to Corey.
“C-man didn’t tell ya?”
I looked over at Corey and shook my head. Whatever C-man might have done, I wasn’t informed.
“He taught me.”
My mouth dropped open as I turned my attention to him. “You know how to do that stuff?” Corey shrugged, taking another drink of the margarita. “Well why haven’t you shown me!”
“The one time you were at the bar I didn’t need to pull out all the stops to impress you. My charm did that well enough on its