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Tyler sat at the upscalebar and sipped his beer as he watched Sammy twirl the cherry around on the fancy toothpick in her martini glass. She seemed apprehensive to taste the fruity concoction he had the bartender make for her.
“I promise you’ll like this better than the wine.” He nodded toward her drink. “Try it. If you don’t, we’ll order something else.”
“It smells good.” She picked up the glass, careful not to spill the purplish liquid. “I like pomegranate, so I think this will be good.”
“You won’t know if you don’t try.”
Her innocence drove him wild. Ever since she made her little confession the other night, he hadn’t trusted himself to be alone with her. They’d gone to dinner and the movie theater two nights in a row, met for lunch, and now they were hanging out at the trendy downtown bar, experimenting with flavored vodka. He wanted to keep his promise to take things slow with her. Dating and getting to know one another was easier if they were in public. If they were alone, he would want to touch her, and touching would lead to other things. He was hard just thinking about all the things he wanted to do between the sheets with her.
She tasted the martini and smiled. “That’s really good. Much better than wine.”
“I told you.” He finished his beer.
“I can taste pineapple and cranberry juice too.” She took a bigger sip this time. “It’s so smooth.”
“Small sips, baby.” He laughed. “That vodka is going to go right to your head.”
“Isn’t that what I want it to do?” She giggled as she drank some more. “It makes me feel warm.”
“I’m glad you’re enjoying it.” He motioned for the bartender to bring another round.
His cell buzzed with a text. He glanced at it before slipping his phone into his pocket. It was Friday night and people were looking for him. People he no longer wished to associate with.
“Don’t you have to answer that?” she asked.
“Nope.”
“It’s not a Cannon and Carrington emergency?” She finished her drink. “Jack isn’t having a crisis?”
“No emergency.” He pushed his empty beer bottle away when the bartender brought over their second round. “A friend wanting to get together.”
“A girl?”
He nodded, because he saw no reason to lie.
“I bet lots of girls want to get together with you.”
“What makes you say that?”
“You’re seriously hot.” She circled her finger around the rim of her empty glass. “My lips are tingling. Is that normal?”
“Maybe you should slow down.” He placed his hand over hers. “So, I’m hot?”
“You know you are.”
She swiveled her stool to face him, her long legs dangling. She wore a gray skirt that sat high on her thighs, revealing much of her tanned legs. Her shirt was tight and the tops of her breasts peeked out ever so subtly, taunting him. Luckily, her jean jacket covered most of her skin or he would’ve had a hard time keeping his hands to himself.
“I’m sure most girls think you’re hot. I know that girl who just text you does.”
“Does it bother you that I got a text from another girl?” This was new territory for him. He wasn’t used to explaining his social life to anyone. It never really mattered before.
“Kind of.” She boldly took another sip from her second glass. “Would you like it if a guy text me?”
“Not at all.” The thought of her even speaking to another guy sent waves of jealousy coursing through him. Jealousy was new territory for him too. He never stayed with a girl long enough to care if she was seeing someone else.
“That’s my point.”
“Since we both feel the same way, we should put this out there right now.” He picked up his beer bottle and drank before speaking the words he’d never spoken before. “I don’t want to be with anyone else. I don’t plan on it. I want what’s between us to be exclusive. It’s non-negotiable.”
