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I started to motion for the waitress so I could close out my tab, but Brody said, “Hold on. Don’t go anywhere just yet.”
Brody put up the hood of his sweatshirt and left our table. As he stalked across the bar, he gave off an intense energy. The hood nearly covered his eyes and dark hair, and the crowded bar parted for him. Some people openly stared, as if he was a supermodel or something.
He is pretty hot, I thought as I watched him. Even with the baggy clothes on, I could tell he had a great body, too. For a few seconds, I found myself wondering what he looked like underneath the clothes.
Brody returned to my bar with a new trivia card. He slapped it down on the table and said, “You came here to play trivia. So that’s what we’re going to do.”
He said it as if it were a sure thing, like I wouldn’t dare decline. But I didn’t want to say no. His sudden, intense persistence about trivia made me feel like I was being rescued from my awful, embarrassing night.
“Don’t you have somewhere to be?” I asked. “You were acting like you were in a hurry…”
“Nope,” Brody said after a heartbeat of hesitation. “I was probably going to watch the basketball game at another bar, but I don’t really care much about it. I’d rather play trivia.” He leaned across the table, close enough that I caught a whiff of his masculine scent. “You’re gonna stick around and play, right? You’d be doing me a huge favor. I’d probably get my ass kicked by myself.”
I downed the rest of my beer and waved to the waitress. “I guess I can help you out.”
We smiled at each other. Up on the stage, the trivia host grabbed a microphone and tested it with a few taps.
“Shoot, I forgot a pen,” Brody said. “Be right back.”
Before he could leave, I pulled a pen out of my pocket with a flourish. “A good professor is never without her trusty red pen!”
Brody sat back down and grinned across the table at me. “How strong are your delts?”
I blinked at him. “My what?”
?He leaned forward and gripped my shoulder with thick fingers. His touch was warm and strong and sent electricity through my body.
“Your shoulder muscles,” he rumbled softly. “How strong are they?”
I stared back at him in confusion. “Um. I guess they're okay. Why do you ask?”
“Since you’re a professor and all, you’re going to need strong shoulders to carry the team,” he replied with a disarming grin. “No pressure.”
I smiled and wrote our names on the trivia card. For the first time since I moved here, I didn’t feel any pressure at all.
