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Sighing, I stand up, slap a crisp twenty-dollar bill on the wooden bar, then I down the rest of my drink because I am not going to wasted it. That would be blasphemy.
As I approach the door, my heart nearly gives out atwhowalks through the archway.
Jasper Barrett.
Multibillionaire and CEO of Risqué lingerie.
The most beautiful man alive. Not my words, butPeoplemagazine’s.
The guy who left his imprint on me when he fucked my brains out last year. We hooked up one time and I couldn’t get him off my mind, no matter how hard I tried, so I took the coward’s way out and went back to my ex. One of the biggest mistakes of my life.
The way he strolls to the bar, reeking of dominance, and the heads of both women and men turn in his direction as his powerful presence sucks in the air like a vacuum cleaner.
When his beautiful chocolate eyes meet mine, I suck in a breath as my pulse jumps through my skin like a jackrabbit. He makes a beeline for me, and my feet are glued to the floor. I should get away from him as soon as possible.
Once he stops in front of me, he tucks a strand of my chestnut brown hair behind my ear. Normally, I wear my corkscrew hair , but because of the humid weather, it was best for me to relax my hair.
He pushes his thick frames up the bridge of his nose; the man makes glasses look so fucking sexy.
Curiosity captures his pupils, and a smile stretches across his face as he flashes me his pearly whites.
Holy fuck, he has the prettiest teeth I have ever laid eyes on.
“Poppy.” My name on his tongue is smooth like warm honey.
I study his face as if it’s hiding a secret. Freckles dust across his nose, and a few strands of silk hair hangs across his forehead. His cheekbones are sharp as a blade, and his top lip is slightly bigger than the lower one. His tan tone is smooth as marble.
“Jasper,” I answer, keeping my tone light.
He assesses my designer cocktail dress which hugs my body, and his eyes continue to explore further. He darts out his pink tongue to lick his lips and for a split second, I remember the way his mouth worshipped my body, but I quickly wipe the memory from my brain.
He points to the bar. “I’m buying you something to eat and drink.”
I am in fact hungry, but I can eat ramen noodles and eggs at home. It might not fill me up, but at least it’ll be a nutritious meal. There was a time when I could eat anything I wanted at any time. Now, I have to plan meals and budget when I go to the grocery store. I don’t have enough money to pay for a proper meal, and I don’t want to come off as desperate for a hot meal.
I tuck my shoulders back and hold my head up high as if I’m the president of the United States. “I’m not hungry.”
He slides casually onto the barstool and yanks out the stool next to him. “Poppy, sit.”
I bite the inside of my cheek to keep from blushing.
His words dominate me and like a dog, I perch next to him.
His body heat overpowers me, drawing me in like the ocean is drawn to the moon. He has a way of sucking me into his orbit, and I don’t know if it’s his demeanor or charming smile.
He beckons the bartender to us. “Tell him what you want.” His tone is like warm water dripping down my spine.
If I don’t order, he’ll order for me. He did so the last time we had dinner together. Plus, I don’t want to eat what I have at home. The last time I had a good meal was when I had dinner at Lake’s penthouse last week.
But I don’t want to be a charity case.
“How did you know I haven’t eaten anything?”
He keeps his eyes glued to mine, and something ignites in my belly.
“I watched you since you’ve been here, I was standing on the other side of the window.”
My cheeks warm at his words and if I didn’t know him, I’d be creeped out by it.
