Lead Player - Alex Grayson

Chapter One

ALAINA

Have you ever met a man so insanely attractive it’s impossible to tear your eyes away? Like there’s this mysterious, invisible force that, no matter how hard you try, or how creepy you may appear, you can’t look away. Even when he catches you staring, and your cheeks flame red with embarrassment, making you beg for the ground to open up and swallow you whole. Yet, you keep on looking.

There’s a huge neon sign above my head, pointing directly at me, because I’m that person right now. I was fine until he sat at the bar. Sure, there have been hot guys mingling throughout the place all night. Some of them even giving off the I’ll fuck you so good you’ll beg for more vibes. But none have captured my attention like him.

Black hair cut short on the sides but longer on the top, full beard, and high cheek bones. The lighting is dim, so I can’t tell his exact eye color, but if I had to guess, I’d say black or a dark brown. He looks vaguely familiar, but there’s no way I could have met him before. His face isn’t one I would easily forget.

His black, button-up shirt stretches over his lean chest, the sleeves rolled to his elbows. His arms, which are resting on top of the bar, have just the right amount of dark hair peppering his skin. Just looking at them makes me want to sigh dreamily. They look strong enough to hold me up against the wall as he takes me hard and fast.

He’s every bit as perfect in the looks department as a man can get. At least in my book.

It’s a good thing he can’t seem to keep his eyes off me either, because I’m on the hunt for a one-night stand, and I believe I’ve found my target.

I squeeze my legs together in anticipation and feel the build-up begin in my stomach. You know the kind I’m talking about. When you’re out with a guy for the first time and you know things will lead to the bedroom. That anxious tingling you get as you wait for that first touch. The slow burn of eagerness.

Keeping my eyes on him—not like I could look away even if I wanted to—I pick up my cranberry vodka and tip the glass to my lips, drinking the inch that’s left. I lift my hand to the bartender, but before he can walk my way, my guy catches his attention. His eyes flicker briefly off me and to the bartender as he talks to him. I watch his full, sensual lips. Lips that would feel amazing on my body. Everywhere on my body. Especially with the scruff on his face. I can already imagine how it would feel scratching down my neck, over my breasts, and between my thighs.

I shiver just thinking about it.

The bartender glances at me over his shoulder, and I know my guy must be ordering me another drink. Such a gentleman. He’s not only mega-sexy, but it appears he may know how to treat a lady.

Sure enough, the bartender walks off, and a moment later, he stands in front of me with a drink in hand.

“Compliments of the gentleman over there,” he says, pointing to my guy with his thumb.

“Thank you,” I respond, just loud enough for him to hear.

I pick up my glass and tip it to the man, my silent salute to him. He grabs his, and with a slight smirk to his lips, does the same before taking a long swallow of his beer. Even his damn neck is sexy.

Because I’m an impatient person, and since he’s made no move to come to me, I slide to the edge of my stool to get up to go to him. I’m pushed back down when someone bumps into me. A growl nearly slips past my lips when a body blocks my view of my guy.

“Alaaainaa,” Nikki slurs as she leans on the bar. My best friend’s wearing the goofiest grin and her hair is falling out of her updo.

“Whoa, girl. You need to slow down on the drinks there.”

“Nah. I’m good.” She tips her drink back and downs the rest of it before slamming it on the bar. Waving her arm wildly to catch the bartender’s attention, she points to her empty glass. “God, isn’t he just so yummy?”

I look at the bartender, and yeah, I’d have to agree with Nikki. Blond hair—messily spiked on the top—blue eyes, a nice

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