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“Put it on my tab,” I hear a deep voice say from beside me.
I glance to the side, surprised. And when my eyes land on the man attached to the voice, my heart almost stops. Standing next to me is the absolute hottest man I have ever seen. Tall, dark hair, his eyes a piercing blue. He’s dressed in slacks and a cream button up, his sleeves rolled up just a few inches past his wrists. On one of those wrists sits a watch that I’m sure cost more than my car.
I regain my senses and shoot him a perplexed look. “You don’t have to—” I start, but he waves away my concerns.
“Let me buy you the drink,” he presses.
I close my mouth and nod simply. I guess Courtney was right. If you’re a young woman in a bar like this, some rich guy will buy you a drink.
I take the whiskey sour from the bartender and take a sip. “Thank you,” I say to the mystery man.
He smiles, his blue eyes twinkling. “You’re welcome. So, you’re here alone?”
I shake my head. “I came with a friend. She’s off dancing with someone.” I glance across the dancefloor, and it takes me a few minutes to spot her. I can’t tell if the man she’s currently entangled with is the same one from earlier. Either way, she’s having a blast and I’m not about to interrupt her.
Besides, I might just end up having a fun night too.
I shoot a surreptitious look along Mystery Man’s physique. Fuck, he’s hot.
“What are you drinking?” he asks me.
“A whiskey sour,” I respond.
His eyes light up. “Whiskey,” he says. “A girl after my own heart.”
I laugh, feeling butterflies dance in my stomach. “Yeah, I’ve always liked it.”
He grins. “You know, I’d take a whiskey sour right about now.” He turns to the nearest bartender and orders himself one. In a few minutes, we have matching drinks in our hands.
“So, what brought you and your friend here tonight?” he asks.
I shrug. “She said she ‘pulled some strings’ to get us into this place so we had to check it out.” I make a show of looking around. “Seems exclusive,” I admit.
He shrugs. “It kinda is.”
I raise my eyebrows. “Oh, so you must be pretty fancy to so casually be hanging out here.” There’s a slight edge to my tone. I’m teasing him, and I want to see how he takes it.
To my delight, he laughs. A dimple on either cheek appears, and I feel myself go weak in the knees. God, how is this man so hot?
“Not fancy, just … connected,” he settles on.
I smirk. “Connected, huh? That must be fun for you. Friends with all the rich Seattleites?”
“Maybe Iama rich Seattleite.” He wiggles his eyebrows at me.
“Oooh, even better.”
The minutes tick by as Mystery Man and I continue our conversation. One whiskey sour turns into two, and I find myself enjoying my time more and more. I cast glances toward the dancefloor every so often just to check in on Courtney. She and the guy she was dancing with eventually move off to a couch on the sidelines, chatting and flirting away.
And as much as I’d expected the crowd here to be stuck up and boring, Mystery Man is … kind of great. He’s funny, charming, and nice. I find myself leaning closer and closer to him, reaching out to touch him when I laugh.
Suddenly I feel someone large bump into me from behind, and I tip forward from the impact. I hear loud, boisterous laughter, and I turn to see that I’ve also got spilled drink sprayed across the side of my dress. I huff. Good thing it’s already black.
I move to get out of the way of this drunk asshole, but Mystery Man stands, moving beside me and sternly taking the shoulder of the man who’d bumped me.
“Hey,” he says, his voice commanding. “Watch where you’re going.”
The guy looks bewildered at the intrusion, glancing between me and him before sheepishly saying to me, “Sorry.”
