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‘I’m sure she’ll show,’ the barman said, giving me a hopeful smile. He probably meant well, but it was like another little stab of the knife to my sense of self worth. This was why I didn’t date. Random hookups or meeting people at my hedonistic resort were safe. Easy. The desire was raw and readable. Fuck, what if it wasn’t even her messaging me? What if it was Mac or Logan fucking with me? It would be just like the McGowan boys to pull my leg like that. A smile stole over my mouth. I wouldn’t mind being the butt of their pranks, it would be like being one of them.
Logan’s fortieth party would be starting in less than an hour, and as much as I wanted to celebrate with them all, it was going to be happy couple central. I’d been hoping to lose myself inside my dating app friend for a few hours first.
The pianist’s music filled the room, weaving in and out of the low hum of conversation around me.
My phone screen remained entirely void of any life.
Sighing, I gathered up my phone and rose from the bar stool.
‘Leaving so soon?’ A husky voice caressed over me, and I turned towards it.
God damn.
A little taller than me, she stood gracefully in heels that made her legs seemingly miles long. I felt weak at the very sight of her. Her shoulder-length blonde hair cascaded in sultry waves around her face, tempting me to run my fingers through it.. Full lips dominated her captivating features while her alluring hazel eyes, fixed on me, gleamed with excitement.
‘Thought you’d decided not to meet me,’ I said, leaning forward to air kiss each of her cheeks. She shivered at my closeness, and I grinned. Pent up already huh?
‘Hopefully I’m worth waiting for,’ she said, her words lightly accented with a northern English accent. Maybe Manchester?
‘I don’t doubt it for a moment.’
We both sat down, her tanned legs crossing over and leaving her sharp black heel grazing my trouser leg. The slight touch was enough to ignite me with promise.
‘Can I get you something to drink?’ I asked.
‘A glass of champagne, please.’
The barman readied our drinks while she practically ate me up with her gaze. A confident woman ready to take what she needed was the hottest thing going. I liked to take the lead as much as any man, but being looked at like a tasty morsel by a self-assured woman made my knees quake. She looked like she’d give as good as she got.
‘So, Vixen, do I get a real name yet?’
‘What’s to say that’s not my name?’ She took the glass of bubbling champagne but didn’t lift it to her lips.
‘Were your parents hippies?’ I joked, flashing her a grin.
A tiny flash of darkness flitted through her face. Shit. I was only kidding.
‘No. They were not. You haven’t earned my name.’
Shifting myself to face her, I set my knees either side of her legs and looked fully into her eyes. ‘Pray tell, how do I earn such a reward?’
‘I’m sure we can find something you’re useful for.’ Her teeth grazed her lower lip while she looked at me through her long lashes.
We must have been similar ages, both nearing forty. Not the usual type who wanted anything to do with my hedonistic lifestyle. I tended to attract those looking to explore, looking for one hot night. She looked like she could snap her fingers and have men eating out of her palm.
‘I do like to be useful.’ I lowered my voice while drinking her in. She moved the toe of her heel, lightly stroking against my leg. Little tease. The bartender smirked to himself before giving us a bit of space, moving down the bar to busy himself with some glassware. ‘Tell me, Vixen, what is it you’re looking for tonight?’
Her throat bobbed as she swallowed while setting her gaze directly on me. ‘Just one night to remember.’
The turn of phrase was an odd choice, but the spark that lit up her face, the hunger she could barely conceal, told me I was in for one epic night.
‘And you think I’m the man to deliver?’
‘I know you are,’ she said with a smirk, leaning forward to give me a delectable view down her dress.
In the confined space of the elevator, energy vibrated between us, hinting at the delectable sexual tension that would erupt the moment we got behind closed doors. My fingers twitched by my sides, wanting to reach out and graze the flesh at the hem of her dress. Stepping closer to her, I inhaled her sweetly perfumed scent, smiling at our reflection in the mirrored doors. Tipping her head ever so slightly made her blonde waves fall from her neck, leaving the expanse of olive skin exposed.
I couldn’t resist.
