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All three of the men are wearing fitted button-down shirts with the sleeves rolled up. Mario’s is white and tucked into his black suit pants. He’s the only one wearing a suit jacket tonight and though I said I was done with stuffy suit-wearing men, I didn’t meanthesekind of men. On him, it looks like a fucking gift meant to entice my libido.
Zander’s black shirt is haphazardly untucked from his charcoal grey pants. It’s unbuttoned down to his chest, showing a light sprinkling of hairs, and it looks wrinkled like he’s been rolling around in it. I don’t give a fuck though because it does nothing but add lust to my already overheated body.
Rook is wearing a white shirt as well. It’s looser than Mario’s and looks to be more casual than the other two men. His is loosely hanging over his tight black jeans and he’s wearing black and white converse.
Where Mario wears his outfit like it was made for him; effortless, comfortable, confident. And Zander looks as though he’s used to such attire but has slowly shed his layers throughout his difficult day. Rook, well he looks like he’s trying to physically repel the outfit from his body without removing it. Like he can’t wait for the moment when he can take it all off. God, I wish I could be there to watch.
They are so fucking hot. Holy shit.
I shake myself out of the trance I’ve been in as I finally reach the bar. All three men are watching as though they are spellbound.Me too guys, me too. I smile at them, giving them my best ‘confident sexy bitch’ look, before walking right past them and leaning against the bar a few stools down.
I make sure to push my ass out in a way that says “this is a beautiful ass that you’d be lucky to touch” without saying “I’m a hussy, please come rail me.” It’s a delicate balance, really.
The bartender, a cute, tall, blond guy saunters over to me and leans over the bar, matching my position as he throws me a dimply smile.
“What can I get you, gorgeous?” Hmmm, he’s flirting with me. This will work nicely. I shoot him my most dazzling smile as I toy with my long, purple hair.
“Gorgeous, huh? Bet you say that to all the girls,” I say with my most innocent giggle. Fucking giggle, Jesus. Eye roll. He eats it up though so it’s worth the dent to my soul.
“If women who look like you came in every day, I might. But, lucky for you, they don’t,” he jokes as he throws me a wink and leans in further.
Eww! How the fuck am I supposed to pretend that doesn’t make me want to break his nose? Lucky for me? Who the fuck does he think he is? Does he not understand that what’s between my legs is a fucking majestic, gold-plated treat? I swallow the irritated and bitchy retort sitting on my tongue and force a bashful smile as I look down to hide my growl. I probably look like some innocent, naive girl. Coy, yes, coy will have to do.
“You fucked up with that line, Steve,” a deep, masculine voice rumbles from beside me, making me jump.
My entire body breaks out in goosebumps. Oh my lord, it’s happening. It’s fucking happening. It’s go time. I’m finally going to talk to one of them.
Holy shit, this is not a drill!
CHAPTER SIX
“Uh,Mr.Black,ituh, it’s Rick,” the bartender stutters as he abruptly stands.
“Like I said,Steve,you fucked up. That last line has destroyed any chance you may have had, which is none. If you weren’t such a blind motherfucker, you’d be able to see that she’s not interested. Not even a little, are you Flower?” the beautiful voice mumbles the last line right next to my ear, making me shiver.Flower? It’s a little soft, but it’s cute.
I can’t help but smile at the terrified and embarrassed look on poor Rick’s face. He looks like he’s pissed himself. I ignore the god standing next to me, acting as though I’m not currently melting into a pile of goo.
“I’ll take three Sex-On-The-Beaches,Rick,”I say sweetly with a wink. Rick hops to, happy for the excuse to run away. The man next to me chuckles and I finally look up at him,slowly.
Not because I’m trying to be sexual or play a game, but because I really need a fucking minute to get my tongue back in working order. Which one is it going to be? Mario, Rook, or Zander? I turn and look up, locking my blue eyes with his.Fuck.Even with the glasses on, his eyes are still incredible. They are as blue as the sky after a storm. Bright and piercing.Rook.
“I think you may have made Rick cry,” I say with a smirk as I try not to keel over.
“I don’t give a fuck what Steve does, as long as he fucks off,” the tall, tattooed god says with a deep laugh. “I’m surprised you’re talking to me, Flower. You haven’t said a word to me in what, 10 months?” My mouth goes dry. Fuck, they do recognize me.
“It’s not like you tried talking to me either,” I clarify with a shrug.
I turn back to the bar to pay Rick as he sets my drinks down. I smile at him as I pull my card out of its hiding place in my tits. Rick smirks and holds his hand out, never breaking eye contact with my rack.
“On our tab, Steve,” Rook growls. Rick nods, tearing his eyes away from the girls, and runs back to the other end of the bar. I turn back to Rook and roll my eyes.
“Thanks for the drinks,” I say with a tip of my chin as I attempt to pick up all three drinks in a little triangle formation, making them slosh all over the place.
“I got it,” another voice says from my other side. Fuck, these men are just popping out of the ground like daisies.
Golden tan hands reach over and push mine away as he picks up all three of the drinks perfectly without even spilling a drop. I bring my eyes up, slowly perusing bachelor number twos body. Slim, tight form, rumpled clothing, fourish inches taller than my healed 5′7. Zander. I finally reach his face and my breath hitches. Fuck, he’s beautiful.
His eyes are hazel with bright flecks of green, gold, and brown and they are looking right at me. I gulp, he smirks. Holy fuck balls. My entire body feels hot and clammy and I suddenly don’t know what to do with my hands. I want to snatch the drinks back and run away. I want to throw them on the ground and yank his long hair out of its bun and run my fingers through it. I want to-
