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COLE
Life is better when you don't care too much.
Because the more you love, the more you suffer.
I let outa deep sigh when making my way through the crowd of men and women dancing to the loud music. Finally, silence. Nothing's better than the moment wherein my squealing inner demons are muted.
I greet the friendly brown-haired bartender as I plunge into my spot in the bar's corner.
"Hey, Cole. The usual?"
"Yep."
"Give me a sec. I'll bring your drink after helping those lovely ladies." He cruises toward the other end of the bar. As he returns, he hands me a beer. "Can't believe Nick found his perfect match."
"Yeah, tight up, and happy as hell."
Darius grins.
"Are you up next?"
"God, please. You're sounding like my mother. So let me tell you what I’ve been reciting to her for years... My life is perfect as it is."
Darius laughs, and we chat until a man on the other end of the bar waves to get his attention. "Duty calls. Talk to you later."
I nod, and as he leaves, I let out a sigh while rubbing my tense neck muscles. With work filling itself to the max this past week, I wasn't able to do my usual daily workout. God, I need to release this river of pent-up adrenaline first thing tomorrow morning.
The dance floor fills itself with more people when the catchy song "Talk With Your Body" by Jason Derulo blasts through the speakers. My view flows over the crowd of bodies teaming up together, but it halts when it falls on a heavenly woman figure moving to the rhythm of the music.
She’s wearing a red curve-hugging sleeveless dress of which the lace seam stops mid-thigh, and her hair washes from side to side as she twists and turns her hips to the beat. Her toned calves tell me she’s used to walking in those sexy, six-inch heels, in which she dances as if she's wearing flats.
A man approaches her and touches her waist. Without looking at him, she slaps his hand aside and dances a few feet away from him. The guy licks his lips and tries again by relocating himself behind her and pushing his front against her back. I hold my breath when she turns to face him.
Damn, she’s stunning.
She steps backward and shakes her head while giving the man a lecture. When she's done, she comes my way. I pretend to have my focus on my beer while glancing at her from the corner of my eye as she slides onto the barstool beside me. Her hair and soft, summer-kissed skin have a radiant glow, as if she has her personal sun above her. She waves her hand to get Darius's attention, but he doesn't notice her.
"Let me," I say before creating a high pitch whistle that gets the bartender's attention.
"Thank you." She shows a polite smile, yet her jade irises are anything but polite as they burn across my body. Intrigued, I gaze back and note how her warm, honey-colored hair caresses the skin of her neck and jaw while her thick, long, dark lashes rim her eyes and brush her cheeks every time she blinks.
"What can I get you, miss?" Darius's voice interrupts.
"Espresso martini, please."
Darius nods and starts to put her drink together. "Why are you gawking?" she asks me, while cocking a brow.
I shrug. "I didn't perceive you as a woman who drinks a espresso martini."
She lets out a noisy breath. "Oh, let me guess. You assume me to be a Sex on the Beach or a Climax cocktail type of girl?" When I don’t react, she shakes her head and mutters, "Jesus, you men are all the same. You think with your dick." With that said, she focuses her attention on the drink Darius put before her.
I stop her from lifting her glass by placing my palm on her wrist. Fiery green eyes meet mine, and after moments of staring, I bend forward so only she can hear and whisper, "You don't know me or my dick."
"Fine, grumpy. Now remove your hand."
I let go and lean back.Grumpy?Fuck, this woman is—
