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One of the best things to do here was people-watch. I could sit in my little corner with relative peace and enjoy the music while getting some entertainment.
Sometimes a random guy or girl would try to sit with me and make small talk, but they usually got the hint pretty fast.
When I came here for sex, it was clear.
And tonight wasn’t one of those nights. Not that I even tried that anymore after the disaster. That was the only other man I’d slept with.
So no, despite how riled up CP had gotten me over the past couple of weeks, I just didn’t have it in me to be disappointed by another man that wasn’t Antonio.
“Hullo love.” A man with a smooth British accent grinned down as he approached my table. There was something perilous about this man in dark slacks and a tight-fitted shirt depicting a personal favorite band of mine from Germany.
“Hi,” I replied simply, hoping he’d get the hit and move along.
Of course, he didn’t.
“I’ve seen you here once or twice. Why do you hide back here?” He cocked his head to the side, and his hair fell across his face, obscuring his bright blue eyes.
“That would be my business.” I arched my brows and gave him a pointed look. “Do you have a point in talking to me or…?” I left the sentence hanging, hoping he would pick up on the animosity I was throwing out. Again.
The British man laughed with a twisted grin and slid into the booth opposite me. As he sat, his scent reached me.
Vanilla and cloves.
I barely contained my whimper. His scent called to me, wrapping me under his spell. I wanted to fall to my knees and expose my neck for his mark. Was this scent matching? It had happened before, but I thought it could only be a one-time thing. This…this was powerful. Alluring. Soul consuming.
“You’re feisty, love. Something I admire greatly.” His grin widened, the expression on his face borderline unhinged. Yet, I felt myself leaning forward on my elbows, desperate to take more of his scent into my lungs.
“So I’ve been told.” I shook my head and dropped my gaze to sip my Cosmo. “In case you hadn’t realized, I’m politely telling you to leave me the fuck alone.”
Once again, he threw back his head and laughed. “Oh, Princess. I don’t think so.”
My spine stiffened. No one called me Princess. The only one who did had left me a long time ago. Where did this guy get off?
“Don’t call me Princess,” I bit out through clenched teeth as I fought back the memories threatening to break through the carefully constructed wall I put them behind.
“Ah, that’s right. I remember discussing it with you before after I called you once.”
It was as if someone had poured a pitcher of ice water over my head.”Discussing” it with me? Other than Stella, the only person I ever told about that was…CP.
Oh, fuck me sideways.
Dread washed over me. “What are you doing here? How did you find me?”
CP smiled and licked his lips. “Nice to meet you in person too, Alexis. Name’s Miko by the way.” He gave me a two-fingered salute before bringing the beer bottle to his lips and taking a healthy swig.
Miko. Now that I see him, the name suited him. Half crazy. Unique. Just like the man before me. Although I wouldn’t have imagined the British accent, even when he’d repeatedly called me love.
“Aren’t you gonna say, ‘Nice to meet you, Miko’?” His tone remained aloof, and his posture relaxed as he draped an arm over the back of the booth. “Well, I can say it’s nice formeto meetyou. Especially wearing that lovely dress. Did you know black and red are my favorite colors?”
“What are you doing here?” I breathed and then cursed myself for sounding so frightened. There had to be an end game.
At least, that’s what I kept telling myself.
“Can’t I have merely stopped in to listen to some music?” He tilted his head to the side and eyed me appreciatively.
To say I was confused was an understatement.
He was a stalker. I was supposed to be terrified of him, not aroused as hell and drunk on his scent.
