of Macallan scotch. The burn felt amazing. Welcomed, even.
The glass clinked against the bartop when I lowered it, making me open my eyes in surprise. Apparently I’d lowered it harder than I had intended to.
Within seconds the bartender brought over the bottle and began refilling my glass. “Leave the bottle,” I said without meeting his eyes.
“Sir, this is a two hund—” I slid my black card across the bar. “You got it, sir,” he said happily.
He took my card and scanned it through the machine only a few feet away. When he turned back to me, his smile only annoyed me more.
“Is there anything else I can get for you?” he asked.
“Yeah,” I said, meeting his stare. “You could leave me and my bottle of scotch alone. If I need you, you’ll know. But I can assure you, I won’t.”
With a quick nod, he backed away and moved down the bar to check in with his happier guests.
One drink bled in to another, and my mind started to haze over into the oblivion I was in search of.
But as I remembered the heartbroken brunette kneeling on the floor, I was jarred back to reality.
“Hey, handsome,” someone cooed at my left. As I turned to face the speaker, I wobbled a little and a hand pressed against my chest. “Wow, you’re smashed.”
That was one way to put it.
“You’ve been here alone for hours. I’m hoping there isn’t someone waiting for you upstairs,” the woman added as she stepped in a little closer, placing her slim hips between my parted knees. Her hair was deep brown, like dark chocolate. And it held a strong resemblance to the hair of a certain woman I was trying to forget.
“There’s no one waiting for me,” I assured her, and her smile grew more flirtatious as she bit down on her lower lip and slid her hand up my thigh, getting ridiculously close to my cock.
“Well, that is some very good news,” she whispered. “My name is Loren.” She moved her hand a little farther, creeping dangerously close to her target. “I’m in town for the weekend, and I’d say I just became the luckiest woman in this hotel.”
My head was spinning, or maybe the room was spinning. I’d had far too much scotch, but for the first time since I left New York, I felt as if my heart wasn’t splitting in two.
“What do you say you and me—” she leaned in farther, her lips hovering only inches from mine and trailed her soft, delicate tongue lightly over my lower lip “—go someplace quieter and get better acquainted?”
Now I’m a guy. And if a sexy, willing woman with a tight body and luscious tits threw herself at me, well, it would be wrong of me not to take her up on her offer.
“I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t intrigued by your proposition.” I stood from the barstool, and the floor beneath me felt as if it literally fucking moved.
I stumbled forward, and she laughed when I wrapped my arms around her and used her for support. Once I was stable enough, I attempted to place some distance between us, but she had other ideas.
Little Ms. Eager gripped the back of my neck and pulled me closer, then covered my mouth with her lips. I stood there in the center of the hotel bar with a complete stranger shoving her tongue into my mouth as she practically dry-humped me.
I couldn’t think straight.
I’d wanted to forget. I’d wanted a distraction from the woman that deceived me and left my head so fucked up I truly didn’t know if I was coming or going.
Here was my chance.
For at least the weekend I could forget about it all. I could get lost in this sexy woman and hope that would give me the push I needed to get my life back on track.
I woke up still feeling hazy from a night of binge drinking. The longer I lay there in my hotel bed, the more memories of last night came flashing back.
The elevator, where an unfamiliar woman sucked on my neck as she rubbed her body against my hardening cock.
The hallway that led to my hotel room as we kissed and stumbled, knocking things over and catching the attention of the people in the rooms around us.
And then we were in my room, and there she stood before me, nearly naked and smiling.
Most men would have been on her so fast her head would spin, but fuck