Now that she was closer, I could really get a good look at her.
And yeah—she was fucking gorgeous.
Copper-colored skin that looked like it had never seen a day of stress, titties that sat perfectly in that top, long hair past her perfect ass, and legs for days.
She had ‘expensive’ written all over her, right next to the words ‘off’ and ‘limits’.
She looked twenty-four, twenty-five at most. Definitely too young for me, but she carried herself like she was older.
Older but not mature.
Giggling, she and her friend waited until the bartender finished pouring their shots before they raised their glasses and clanked them together.
“To summer in Milan! Hot beaches, hot men, and veryveryhot sex!”
My eyebrow cocked at their declaration but the men around the bar all gawked in awe. I realized I was considered one of them when she tipped back her shot in one smooth motion, slammed the glass down, and then turned her head slowly and caught me dead-on.
When our eyes met, the entire bar went quiet.
Fuck.
Maybe gorgeous was an understatement. But also…familiar?
“I’m sorry. Are we disturbing you, Mister?” she purred, lips curling in a smile.
My eyes go to her lips, pretty teeth in an even prettier mouth.
A very pretty mouth indeed.
“Not at all,” I muttered then went back to maintaining eye contact.
She cocked her head slightly, “Well, you’re staring down my throat so can I help you with something?”
I didn’t bother looking away from those very dark and very sultry eyes. “Yes. You can actually.”
A slight smirk of amusement played in her features.
“Yeah?” she asked, giving me her full attention. “How can I be of service?”
A million answers ran through my mind, and not one of them was pure. I chuckled low, leaning on the bar. “Let’s start off simple. What’s your name, sweetheart?”
Those midnight eyes glittered. “For tonight?Desire.”
Her friend snickered beside her, shaking her head at the foolishness. I chuckled too, since the drinks and her antics were doing wonders for my mood right now.
“Aight,Desire,” I said, rolling the name on my tongue. “How about the shots are on me?”
The friend opened her mouth quickly. “Thank?—”
But Desire shut her down with a raised hand.
“If you’re paying,” she said smoothly, leaning closer to me, “I want to add something a little more expensive.”
She was taught well.
I let a slow smile stretch across my face, lifting my glass in her direction. “Then order it.”
She pouted with fake concern. “You sure? It’sreallyexpensive.”
