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She rolls her eyes at me and ignores my comment. At six foot, she towers over me. Her dark hair is always ten kinds of hot mess, but she pulls it off flawlessly. Christie is the only person I know who could have six days of unwashed hair, dark bags under her eyes, wear the same clothes a week straight, use no make up—not even lipgloss— and still look like a supermodel straight off the cover of Vogue magazine. It’s ridiculously unfair.
Not that I’m not beautiful. But compared to Christie, I am a complete slob.
Christie seems to have her eyes fixed on something behind me, so I turn around to see a guy staring at me, clearly a bit drunk and trying to hide it, but failing miserably.
He has dark hair that falls in perfect form across his forehead, and electric blue eyes. His jawline is sharp and jaw muscles flex underneath his tanned skin as he leans forward on one hand.
“Who is he?” I ask, nodding at him. He looks hot. Dangerously hot and for some weird reason, he’s alone. Alarm bells go ringing in my head but I’m too curious to heed them. Those eyes of his, blue and almond shaped, hold nothing in them. Just an innocent longing.
Christie follows my gaze and giggles. “I’ve got no idea, but he’s hot and from the look of things alone.”
“You have a boyfriend.”
She raises her shoulder in a half shrug. “He’s due for a change.”
I gape at her for a moment but then turn back to the guy with his arms folded across his chest and his lips pursed together, looking very, very sexy. God help me. If he looks at me with those eyes, I might just melt. And he does. Oh boy does he. Our eyes lock and my breath hitches. When he winks at me, I swear my knees buckle a little bit. Damn he knows how to flirt.
I turn back to face Christie who’s grinning from ear to ear now. “He winked at me. Did you see it?” I say excitedly.
Christie smirks at me, clearly amused at my reaction. “Yeah. Now keep it cool. You don’t want him thinking that you fancy him.”
“Fancy him? Of course. I would have to be an idiot not to.”
“See why you struggle to keep your men.”
I shoot her a glare. “Thanks for the vote of confidence.”
Christie snorts and downs the rest of her whiskey in one big gulp. Then she puts down the empty glass with a mischievous look on her face. I know that look. It’s one she wears before she does something daring and sometimes foolish.
“What are you thinking?”
Her smile widens. “Helping you out like I always do. You don’t need to say thank you. And yes, I know you love me a lot.”
Before I can respond, she scurries off towards where the dude sits at a table a few feet away. She whispers something in his ear and I see him smile and nod, patting her arm in a friendly way. Then he looks in my direction again and waves a hand. What did she do? I turn away from him, pretending I hadn’t seen anything, pouring myself a drink and gulping it down in one go. Damn Christie for this.
“Hi!” The voice comes from directly behind me and makes me jump. He chuckles at my reaction and I swear it’s the most beautiful sound I’ve ever heard.
“Hi…” I manage in return as I turn around to face him.
If I survive the next few minutes with him, and I ever see Christie again, I am going to murder her. Literally, I'm going to kill her. Lifelong friendship right down the drain.
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Talk about eyes that could make your soul shiver..those beautiful blue eyes. He looks even better up close. Chiseled jaw and high cheekbones that are sculpted into perfection. His lips, full, plush and red. His hands, large, strong, and slightly calloused. He fills the chair across me, with his muscular shoulders, broad chest and arms.
"I’m Liam.” His voice is deep, soothing, like a smooth velvet blanket to lay on. The sound of it makes me want to burrow under him.
“Umm. I’m Lily.” I say in my most shy voice. He grins at me, flashing those perfect white teeth, revealing a perfect set of concave dimples. Without mincing words, he’s just about the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen.
“What did my friend tell you?” I ask, my eyes scanning the room for Christie and finding no sign of her. Leave it to her to put you in the most uncomfortable of situations.
“Doesn’t matter honestly.”
“It does to me.” I say, brazenly.
“She asked me to come talk to you if I liked you…and here we are.”
My heart leaps in my chest.He likes me. Oh boy. Here I go again, allowing myself to get deceived by the sweet words of a hot man. Well, maybe not the first–that was Luke–but what’s a lady supposed to do when a guy likehimshows interest?
