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He stares at me like someone I’m interviewing, contemplating his answer. “It gets me into trouble.”
“Alcohol is alcohol,” I wager.
“Yes, and money is money. Still, the more we make, the more we spend.”
“So the more you drink, the drunker you get?”
“That and the more trouble I get into.” He glances at my shot. “You don’t like whiskey?” Infinite hues of blue illuminate through me.
Damn, he’s hypnotizing.
It’s like looking at a glacier tucked away in the Arctic, never to be seen by the human eye. How can something so cold make me feel so hot?
I press my lips together. “I like whiskey,” I admit.
“Well, there are no strings attached to that shot.” His eyebrows raise daringly. “Promise.”
Challenge accepted. I pick up the shot, hold it in cheer, and down the burning liquor. I set the glass back on the bar and smile as the burn journeys down my dry throat.
He takes a step toward me. Now making us two feet apart. “I hope you weren’t waiting for too long.”
My forehead wrinkles. “For what?”
He takes another step. His earthy, masculine scent fills my nose.
His eyes drop to my mouth.
“Me.” Dark lashes lift, revealing those fiery blue orbs of heat.
“Oh.” I lean in close, not about to retreat from the enemy. “I guess you don’t need to buy a woman a shot when you have a pickup line like that.”
He chuckles. Shit! Even that’s sexy. “I have a hunch you’re too smart to fall for any pickup line…” He pauses long enough for my anticipation to recharge. “Luna Moon.”
Shit! He knows who I am!
I shouldn’t have gone to the Domestic Abuse Center. The woman there must have shared my visit. Well, my cover is blown. It was bound to happen.
He sets his hand on the bar and sways closer, nearly to my mouth. “Or…” His voice drops to a near whisper. “Is it Chosen Ashley?”
Okay. Play it cool. Push through it. Don’t fall victim to the ambush.
You got this.
“So you know who I am, Felix Daxon, or is it Lix?”
“My friends call me Lix, but I’m not sure if you’re friend or foe.” A slow smile slips over his lips.
I’m not liking the attraction I feel right now. His mouth. His tone. His scent. Fuck! I need to stop this! He’s the enemy. With every fiber of my being, I hate this man. I’ve loathed him for nearly ten years.
“Are you an alcoholic, Felix?”
His head draws back. A safe distance from my tingling lips. “Now look who’s getting personal?”
“You didn’t answer the question.” Yes! I’ve thrown him off. At least, thrown him farther away from me.
He canvases the bar. “Let’s just say.” He stops, finding my awaiting eyes. “Like your career, there’s potential there. That’s why I stick with beer.”
I recognize an insult when I hear one. “And what do you know about my career?”
