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I glare at him, avoiding a retort back to his remark.
“Come have that drink with us tonight,” he suggests.
“How about no?”
“Just one. You said you would.” He gestures toward the bar.
“And just when did I say that?” My voice is laced with sarcasm.
“Last night. We asked and you said ‘not tonight,’ which isn’t a no, but honestly, I wouldn’t care if you had said no. You’d be having that drink with me either way.”
I roll my eyes at his statement.Someone’s confident in themselves.
I should refuse and walk out. I really should, but an “Okay” slips out of my mouth before I can stop it. He’s already ruined my chance at Novak tonight; I might as well have a little fun. The plan from here can wait until tomorrow.
He smirks at me, letting his eyes roam down my body. “Tell me, were you thinking about me when you picked out that dress?” He points to his hair, which is a perfect match to my dress.
Heat rises to my cheeks. “No,” I spit. “Are you always this narcissistic?” This asshole thinks he’s caught my attention—maybe he has—but I don’t want to feed his ego.
His deep chuckle makes me flush even more. “Maybe. Let’s go, darling.” He takes my hand, pulling me behind him before I can even protest.
I follow him to the bar where Ace and the other man are, and Blais pats a white stool, indicating for me to sit. “What’s your poison?” he asks, making his way behind the counter to the vast array of alcohol.
His question makes me realize how stupid I am. He could easily poison my drink. But he wouldn’t do that with me sitting right here, would he? In front of all these people?
Probably not.I hope not.
“Vodka Lime.”
I watch his every move as he makes my drink, never taking my eyes off it so he can’t try to slip me anything. He sets the glass in front of me, and because I’m sure he didn’t spike it, I take a drink.
“We took care of the bouncer for you,” Ace says with a devious smirk as he leans his forearms on the counter. My eyes zone in on those forearms, with his sleeves rolled up, showing perfectly defined, toned muscles.
Snapping my attention away from his delicious arms, I turn to look into his emerald eyes. “Oh, yeah?”
“He won’t be bothering anyone anymore,” he grunts.
“How’d you take care of him?” I ask. I don’t know why my mind thinks they’d do anything other than fire him, but there’s something about these guys that gives me an eerie feeling.
Ace pauses, looking at the other two guys before answering. “Fired him, of course.” His wide smile is deceivingly captivating. The look in his eyes tells me there’s more to the story than he’s letting on, but his smile tries to mask the deception.
“Right,” I murmur. If I question them more, they might get suspicious. I’m probably just thinking too much into it, anyways. Sometimes my job makes me more suspicious than I should be.
Turning my attention to the man I haven’t met yet, I try not to gasp when I get a good look at his face. I haven’t seen it before because of the lighting in here, but a scar takes up a large portion of the left side of his face. The white, jagged line runs from his left temple, across his eye and down his cheek, stopping at his top lip.
His large body and the scar make him look terrifying, but he’s also fucking handsome. My hands itch instinctively to run my fingers along the scar, attempting to figure out how he could’ve gotten it, imagining a million different scenarios. Some might think the scar takes away from his naturally good looks, but I think it only adds to them. The sharp ruggedness of his face has me mesmerized, making me almost unable to look away from his stunning features.
Damn. How are all three of these men so different yet so fucking hot?
“What’s your name?” I ask him, turning my attention down to my drink to keep from staring any longer.
He’s silent for a moment before he clears his throat and speaks, “Theon.” His voice is deep and raspy, everything you would expect from a man of his size. His deep voice wraps around my body, forcing my heart to strum even harder from how sexy it is.
I straighten myself on the stool, struggling to ignore the fact that I can feel my panties soaking. Internally, I’m telling my pussy to calm the fuck down. I’m in a packed club, but my body’s reacting like I’m naked and alone with these three hot men.
“Do you own this place too?” I ask, trying to distract myself with small talk.
Theon nods, not adding anything to the conversation.
