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Linea gave no indication she noticed, her eyes still on the man. “But really. Who is he? Where did he come from? That face is hard to forget.”
More than his face. The energy surrounding him was potent, crackling like electricity. My body thrummed, wanting to tap into that power.
“Someone new? A visitor?”
“Probably,” I muttered, then sipped my beer. My insides were still recovering.
Someone new.It clicked. Different from all the people I knew—and loved—but hell, I knew them all too well.
I didn't need to think about it. I should, instead, follow my instincts. How many times did breathtaking strangers show up in Hannibal?
This was the universe deciding I deserved a good time. Just one night to forget my humdrum life. I’d never before had a one-night stand. It was something every confident woman should experience once in her life, right? My girly bits agreed, aching to be touched by those skillful-looking hands that were now nursing a beer.
I swallowed. He was what I needed.
He’d be a break from the same old same old. A breath of fresh air.
I wanted—no, needed—that fresh air. One night of hot, meaningless sex. The memories would last me a lifetime.
A shiver tingled up my spine, my nerves jumping. I was doing this. No turning back now.
I was going to hit on a handsome stranger.
Whatever resulted,strangerwas the key word. A no strings attached, fun night. And if the sex was terrible, I'd never see him again, so it didn't matter.
“How many seconds until someone walks up to him?” Linea’s gaze flitted around the bar.
I fluffed out my hair. “Five seconds.”
“What?” My friend turned. “I was thinking they'd let him have at least one drink… Oh.” Linea's eyes skimmed my body. “Undo one button. No, two.”
I did as she asked. “Okay?”
“Mm-hmm.” She drained her bottle.
“Wish me a win.” I tossed her my scarf. It’d get in the way of my sexy look.
“May my winnings be with you.” Linea raised her empty bottle. “Gosh, I need another.”
Smiling at my friend, I slid the strap of my bag over my shoulder and started out of the booth. She followed suit. But as I headed for the bar, she dove into the next booth. A chorus of “hey” rang out behind me as our friends greeted Linea.
I paid them no mind, all my attention glued to the stranger's strong back. While others hunched over their drinks, he sat up straight, with perfect posture.
An image flashed through my head of my nails raking down his back. I bet his backside was muscular and taut. Fit for grabbing onto while he pumped between my thighs.
Said legs turned to jelly the closer I got. I took a deep breath, shaking out my hair and relaxing my shoulders. So what if I scrubbed floors for a living? And in contrast, this hot, hunky stranger looked like he could grace the cover ofGQ?
None of it mattered. We wouldn't exchange anything beyond the physical. We could be a one-night distraction for each other, satisfying our animalistic needs.
I reached the stool next to him in two strides and slid onto it. The only indication he noticed my existence was the slight tick of his jaw. It relaxed as he resumed staring at his drink.
That gave me an opportunity to really look. His sharp features—high cheekbones and a strong jawline—were softened by full lips and long lashes. His salt and pepper hair was pushed back from his forehead, faded at the edges, and fuller on top. I slid a discreet gaze to his finger. No ring or ring outline.
My eyes lingered on his long fingers, and I swallowed. I wanted those hands on me.
“Hey.” My voice came out smoky and low, despite my nerves. Win!
The man side-eyed me.
