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A second later, Brett reappears from behind the corner, effortlessly balancing an armful of cocktail ingredients.
With a purposeful stride, he sets them down gently on the counter. As he turns to face us, a mischievous sparkle dances in his eyes, and a devilish smirk curls up the corners of his lips.
"Alright, full disclosure here - I'm not a real bartender. But I'll do my best not to mess things up. Now, who's first?"
Sheila gives me a playful nudge. "I think we should let the birthday girl go first."
Brett grins. "I agree." His eyes lock with mine. "Where I'm from, the birthday girl always comes first."
My face burns at the double meaning in his words, but I don't look away. His eyes are a deep blue color, almost navy, under the lights of the bar. My insides clench deliciously as I hold his gaze.
Brett takes a step closer to me.
"What's your name, birthday girl?" His voice is a little rougher this time, like sandpaper on my skin. I feel my mind go blank for a second, and I stare at him like an idiot.
Tell him your name, Denise.
Finally, I clear my throat and say the first name that comes to my mind.
"Sylvia. My name is Sylvia."
Lisa snorts into her water. Sheila's eyes snap up to meet mine, and she mouths, "What are you doing?" at me.
I ignore her.
"Sylvia." Brett smiles as he repeats my name slowly, like he's savoring the syllables on his tongue. "Well, happy birthday, Sylvia. It's a pleasure to meet you."
He extends his hand, and I take it, feeling the warmth of his skin as our palms press together.
After what feels like forever, he finally lets go of my hand and says, "Now, let's get you that daiquiri."
He turns to the counter and begins measuring ingredients, his movements surprisingly precise and practiced.
He's an absolute joy to watch.
The way his hands grip the glass tightly but not too rough. The way his eyes watch the bubbles swim through the liquid haze. My eyes move up and down, admiring every inch of him. His chest and his hips. Lean but toned. Tall.
Sexy.
Wow. It's been a while since a man has made me feel like this.
"I thought you said you'd never done this before," I muse playfully.
Brett pours the concoction into a glass. "I said I wasn't a bartender." Then he gives me a cocky smile as he sets it down in front of me. "I didn't say I had never done this before."
Suddenly, Lisa groans loudly.
I look over at her, and she's staring down at her phone, shaking her head and muttering under her breath while typing furiously.
Sheila reaches over and pats Lisa's arms sympathetically. "Mr. Grizzly strikes again, huh?"
Brett chuckles as he slides Sheila her old-fashioned. "Mr. Grizzly?"
"It's what we call him," Sheila replies matter-of-factly.
Brett quirks an eyebrow. "Call who?"
"Her grumpy boss."
