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So where did I go?
To the vintage bar where I had met a particularly handsome stranger.
I was being stupid.
There was no way he was there again. Besides, didn’t I want things to be uncomplicated?
Seeing him again would complicate things, wouldn’t it?
As soon as I barreled into the now-familiar dimly lit vintage bar, a mix of excitement and curiosity bubbled inside me.
And even more excitement sparked when I caught a glimpse of him sitting at the same spot he had been the night before.
This time, though, he wasn’t drinking.
He was just sitting with a look I couldn’t quite place.
He looked … defeated.
His knuckles and jaw were bruised.
I took a seat beside him, flashing a playful smile.
“Well, hello there, stranger," I said, my voice laced with obvious flirtation. "Fancy seeing you here again.”
He turned his head, his eyes meeting mine, a mischievous smirk tugging at his lips. He hadn’t seen me. “Look who’s back,” he said in a low, husky tone. “Couldn’t get enough of the whiskey, huh?”
I leaned in closer, my tone suggestive. “Maybe I can buy tonight.”
He leaned back, his eyes wide.
“What?” I laughed. “You never have a girl buy you a drink?”
He cleared his throat, a smirk on his face. “Actually, no.”
“What are you in the mood for?” I asked.
He looked at me, hesitantly for a moment. “Honestly, I’ve been drinking all night.” He chuckled. “I just sobered up.”
“Well, then,” I sighed. “I guess you’ll just have to sit there and watch this girl drink alone then, because I’m too wired to sleep without one.”
“Damn,” he whispered. “We can’t have that, can we?”
I grinned, victorious. “So…” I trailed off. “What’s your poison tonight?"
He glanced at the array of bottles behind the bartender, a playful gleam in his eyes. "Surprise me," he challenged. "I'm in the mood for something tasty.”
I shuddered. There was something about the way he said it, and the dark in his eyes that told me he meant more than just the drink.
He signaled the bartender, a knowing grin on his face. “Tony,” he said. “This lovely lady is going to buy me a drink; let’s see what she chooses.”
His gaze never left mine as he spoke to the man behind the bar.
“Make something tasty,” I said, my gaze not leaving his.
The tension was thick between us already.
At this rate, we wouldn’t even finish a drink.
