We dance and laugh with customers, and a man watches me at the end of the bar. He is good looking, with blond hair and has a handsome smile while he watches me work. I have flirted withmen and they have flirted back, but I am yet to go on a date since leaving the club.
Winger told me that I have no obligation to stay single and wait for Thorin; he told me that his brother was being a dick and will get what is coming to him. I felt like it was a blessing to date and move on with my life and show Thorin what he is missing, yet I have been unable to make the move.
Looking at this handsome man, who is the complete opposite to my rough vampire biker, it might be time.
Where Thorin has dark hair, stubble, with a smile that lures you in, and a dark aura about him, this man has light hair, his eyes sparkle, and his smile makes you want to smile back.
“Someone has an admirer,” Nolan says as he reaches for a glass next to me.
I smile coyly at him.
“Do you think?”
He rolls his eyes.
“Del, honey, you are a fucking knockout, and any man, or non-man, would be a fucking fool to not want you.” My new friends know the story of why I left the Kings; they know all about Thorin and the shit he pulled.
The man winks at me, nodding to his now-empty glass. Now is my chance, I suppose.
“Okay, here goes nothing.” I smile at Nolan, who taps me on the ass.
“Go get him, tiger.”
Walking toward the side of the bar where the admirer is sitting, I offer him a smile as I come to a stop.
“Another?”
“Please.”
I nod and set to filling his glass. I can feel his eyes on me, and I am thankful for all the freaking squats that Clark makes me do. They have my ass looking fine, if I do say so myself.
“Here you go. Is there anything else I can get you?” I lean on the bar, watching his gaze drop to my cleavage.
My boobs and ass are my best assets—well, that’s what my friends tell me.
“Thank you.” He takes a sip, sliding a ten across to me. “Maybe your number. I would like to take you out sometime.”
I’m smiling before my stomach knots, and a wave of nausea hits me.
What the fuck is that?
I blink, and stand up straight, looking around the bar to see if anything is pulling some supernatural shit on me, but I see nothing that stands out.
“Hey, you okay?” His hand touches my arm, and I shiver.
My gaze snaps to him, and I feel a pulse of powerful arousal surging through me. My nipples harden, and my pussy flutters. A gasp slips free, so I try to take a step back, but he keeps a firm grip on my wrist.
“You are okay. You would like to come home with me, wouldn’t you?” His voice takes on a mesmerizing tone, causing my body to hum with desire for him.
Shit.
He is strong, and desire for this man starts to take over any rational thought. Out of my control, my body starts to crave his touch. Leaning forward, his smile widens.
Shaking my head, I’m unable to stop myself from inching closer to the bar to get to him. His smile makes my heart flutter and my pussy weep more. Why can’t I stop myself from moving toward him?
His touch is so inviting and intense.
“Oh, fuck no.”
