Two Truths & a Lime (The Love Game #3) - Elizabeth Hayley Page 0,103
bartender’s attention when my periphery registered movement. Oh, you have got to be kidding me.
My eyes darted to the right while my head stayed stationary. I felt like a deer in headlights, silently hoping that if I just didn’t move, he wouldn’t see me. My brain scolded itself for not noticing him when I arrived. How the hell had I missed him? He was only three stools away from me, and with the shape of the bar, I was nearly facing him. Not to mention the fact that he was freaking massive, over six feet tall and pumped full of hard muscle. I could kick myself for not being more observant. There was no way I would have stayed here if I had noticed him. I don’t think.
I quickly assessed whether or not I could make an inconspicuous getaway without looking like a psycho. With a few other patrons at the bar, most middle-aged men in varying degrees of inebriation, my exit would probably go unnoticed. But for some reason, I couldn’t bring myself to stand. I told myself that I didn’t want to give him the satisfaction of seeing me leave. Good thing I was well versed in delusional tendencies.
Without looking my way or saying a word, he slid a drink toward me. He must have noticed me immediately and ordered the drink while I was preoccupied with my bags. The red liquid splashed a bit when I went to grab it, and I licked a little of the cool liquor off my finger.
“Well, how can I pretend not to look at you when you’re licking your finger like that?” he asked playfully, his tongue running across the corner of his upper lip involuntarily. I think I saw a small scar just above his mouth. I had to resist craning my neck toward him to get a better look.
I needed a witty retort to shut this cocky son of a bitch down. “Let’s not pretend,” I said huskily, leaning forward slightly to allow some of my ample cleavage to sink into his line of view. “You stop pretending that you’re not watching me”—I quickly sat up, dropping the seduction from my voice—“and I’ll try to pretend I don’t think you’re a total douchebag. Thanks for the drink.” I put the glass to my lips, silently praying that it wasn’t loaded with roofies. It tasted sweet, but I wasn’t sure what it was.
“Wow, such harsh words coming from such a beautiful mouth.” The sound of his words was like velvet: rough with just the right amount of smoothness. He had clearly spent a lot of time perfecting his panty-dropping voice.
I paused for a moment at his directness and furrowed my brow a bit. “What is that? A pick-up line? You can’t be serious.”
“Oh, I am serious. Beautiful creamy skin. Silky brown hair I’d like to run my fingers through. An ass…well, we’ll leave that comment for later. What’s not to like?” he said, taking a sip of his drink. “And I did enjoy your little show back in security, by the way.”
A chill ran down my spine, and I shifted uncomfortably in my seat before silently cursing myself for letting him see that he had affected me. As I shifted, I felt the wetness that had been created by his words. Is he seriously turning me on?
I studied him more closely, becoming distinctly aware of his appearance for the first time. I didn’t have men who looked like him coming on to me like this every day. He couldn’t have been older than his late twenties and had that brooding, bad-boy look to him that I’d always been silently attracted to. His posture was assured, relaxed even. The smoothness of his skin contrasted with the scruff around his delicate lips. He couldn’t even be bothered to shave every day.
Suddenly I took note of his long dark lashes. When did eyelashes become sexy? And speaking of hair… His was just the right length to yank on while he moved his head back and forth between my legs. Jesus Christ, Lily. Get back to reality. “Show? Um, it wasn’t me who was putting on the show. You, lifting up your shirt, taking off your belt, and staring at me? Any of that ring a bell?”
He slid a few seats closer to me, closing the space between us. I could feel my heartbeat quicken as the warm throb in my lower abdomen returned. I swallowed hard. Facing me and raising his left eyebrow, he lowered his voice and cleared his throat. “Well, I’m glad to see I wasn’t the only one enjoying a show.”
“I didn’t say I enjoyed it!” I snapped back. Yes, I needed to be clear I wasn’t interested…even if that wasn’t entirely true.
“You didn’t say you didn’t enjoy it either. Tell me your name,” he said as he turned his attention back to his drink.
Tell me your name? I didn’t take orders. Plus, I was taught as a young child never to tell my name to strangers, and I damn sure wasn’t going to break that rule for this guy. “Why would I want you to know my name?” As eager as I was to keep myself anonymous, I couldn’t help but wonder what was really behind his deep-blue eyes, chiseled jaw, and hard exterior. I wanted to know more about this man who was such a mystery, while revealing nothing about myself. It was difficult for me to ignore the irony.
“Suit yourself, doll. But I thought you might be interested to know mine since I’m fairly certain you’ll be screaming it later.” He rubbed his hand across his face, and I found myself daydreaming again about how the coarse hairs on his face would feel brushing against the insides of my thighs.
“Wow, you’ve got a big head, don’t you?” I asked, rolling my eyes at his forwardness.
This must have amused him, because he cocked his head to the side a bit like a confused puppy, obviously entertained by my comment. Lowering his voice, he ran two cool fingers lightly down the side of my left arm, sending chills running all the way up to my neck. “Oh, honey, you have no idea.”
“Aaand…that’s my cue to go,” I said, raising my glass in the air and taking a final gulp. As I began to lower it, a mischievous thought crept into my mind, along with the memory of his words during our first encounter of the night. “Looks like I’m the one who got the drink. But I have absolutely no interest in fucking you. Have a nice flight,” I said with a wink. I then turned, grabbed my bag, and stalked out of the bar, satisfied. Two could play at that game. I made it to the door before my brain registered a noise from behind me. Did that prick just call me a liar?
I started off toward my gate. I couldn’t believe that guy. Who did he think he was, saying things like that to someone he just met? But, more pressingly, who was I to like it? He was right. I was a liar. Thank God I got out of there before I did something I might regret.
Although, if his “head” was as big as he claimed, there might not be much reason to regret anything. Stop thinking about him, Lily. He’s a sleazy asshole who’s probably just looking for a quick fuck before he hops on a long flight home to his wife. I breathed in deeply to calm my nerves before heading to the terminal. You’re better than this.
Also by Elizabeth Hayley
The Love Game:
Never Have You Ever
Truth or Dare You
Two Truths & a Lime
Ready or Not
Let’s Not & Say We Did
Tag, We’re It
Love Lessons:
Pieces of Perfect
Picking Up the Pieces
Perfectly Ever After
Sex Snob (A Love Lessons Novel)
Misadventures:
Misadventures with My Roommate
Misadventures with a Country Boy
Misadventures in a Threesome
Misadventures with a Twin
Misadventures with a Sexpert
Other Titles:
The One-Night Stand
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About Elizabeth Hayley
Elizabeth Hayley is actually “Elizabeth” and “Hayley,” two friends who love reading romance novels to obsessive levels. This mutual love prompted them to put their English degrees to good use by penning their own. The product was Pieces of Perfect, their debut novel. They learned a ton about one another through the process, like how they clearly share a brain and have a persistent need to text each other constantly (much to their husbands’ chagrin).
They live with their husbands and kids in a Philadelphia suburb. Thankfully, their children are still too young to read their books.
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