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“Uh…” Trace paused, “A beer.”
“What kind?” She asked.
“Surprise me,” he grinned, showing his ID. “I’m adventurous. Oh, and we want an order of cheese fries.”
“Alright,” her hand fluttered over her notepad and she seemed even more flustered than before. I wasn’t sure if it was because she was nervous over his request, or his appearance. I’d probably looked much the same when I met him the first time. “I’ll be right back with that,” she smiled, tucking wispy pieces of blonde hair behind her ear.
“So,” I nodded towards his guitar case, “I take it you’re going to play.”
“Of course,” he smiled, his eyes crinkling at the corners as he played with the fedora, “and I’m hoping this really hot girl I know will sing with me,” he batted his eyelashes.
“Flattery will get you nowhere,” I snorted. “Nice try, bud.”
“Aw, come on,” he bumped my shoulder with his and then ran his hand up my thigh, “I can be very persuasive,” he wh
ispered huskily, his lips brushing against my cheek.
My eyes fluttered closed and my breath faltered. Damn him.
“Quit it,” I pushed his hand away before he had me agreeing to things I shouldn’t be.
“You have such a beautiful voice, Olivia,” he ran his finger lightly up my bare arm and I shivered in response.
“But-but,” I stuttered, “there are a lot of people here.”
“They don’t matter,” he coaxed. “Please, one song?” His eyes pleaded with me to give in.
“I-I-I-don’t know,” I closed my eyes to avoid his gaze.
“You know you want to,” his voice grew husky as his lips tickled the curve of my ear. “I’ll reward you later, and trust me, it’s a prize you don’t want to miss out on.”
“O-o-okay,” I agreed. I was a weak person, but I didn’t know anyone on the planet—especially one with ovaries—that could resist his charms.
“I knew you’d agree,” he removed his hand from my body and sat on his barstool looking mighty proud of himself.
“You don’t play fair,” I glared at him.
“No one said I had too,” he smirked, taking a bite of one of the cheese fries.
I stared at the food and drinks in shock. I hadn’t known the waitress even brought them. Trace had managed to make everything else disappear. It was an annoying talent he had. Although, it might prove useful since I’d agreed to sing and I would need to be sufficiently distracted so I didn’t throw up on anyone. Talk about embarrassing.
“Not bad,” he muttered after taking a sip of beer. “Want some?” He held the bottle out to me.
“No thanks,” I slid my glass of sweet tea closer to me, “this is fine.”
“Suit yourself,” he shrugged, taking another sip. “It might…loosen you up a bit,” he winked.
“Gosh,” I groaned, “how do you make everything sound like a sexual innuendo.”
“I’m…very talented,” he waggled his eyebrows.
“You’re a pain in my ass, that’s for sure. I’m not sure about talented though,” I reached for a fry covered in cheese and drenched it in ranch.
“That hurts,” he chuckled, his lips turning up in a small smile.
“I didn’t know your ego could be bruised,” I joked, adding a sugar packet to my supposedly ‘sweet’ tea.
“My cockiness is a ruse to hide the hurt little boy I am behind the handsome face,” he stared at me seriously for a moment before busting into laughter.
