He said nothing.
Now, Aldrich’s group was whispering about him. At least their attention had shifted from me. The song ended, and I let myself down, trying not to be too eager about the man still standing there. But nervous energy surged through my body, knowing that his eyes were still on me, making it feel like I couldn’t quite do anything right.
The man waited to the side of the stage near the steps. He watched me put on my heels, and I swallowed hard. His attention was a damn spotlight, and not the kind I was used to. He beamed down at me, making me hot all over. What was so different about him? None of the other club members made me feel flustered like this.
I stood, meeting him on equal ground. I held out a hand. He didn’t move.
“I’m Haley,” I finally said. No, no. Damn it. This was embarrassing. My fingers twitched, waiting for the returned gesture. But this wasn’t an office meeting. There were no handshakes. I should’ve said something else. Something sexy or enticing. But I tend to forget how to fake it when caught off-guard, especially by someone so impressive. I closed my hand into a fist, then dropped it to my side. A blush warmed my cheeks and I looked away, holding my focus somewhere else for a moment, before I looked back at him.
A subtle smile crossed his plush lips. Finally, he took my hand from my side and squeezed it.
His voice was deep and reverberating: “Lucas Conway.”
