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BLAIRE
Meeting at The Oasis for drinks and dinner, my bestie, Rae, and I grab the last two stools at the bar. I hop onto one and slip my purse on the hook underneath the bar.
“What’s it going to be, ladies?” A man with graying chestnut hair, hazel eyes, and a goatee comes up to us.
“I’ll have a white wine spritzer, thank you.” I smile and glance past the bartender. A towering hot-as-fuck young man strides toward us. He stops and lifts the tub he’s carrying. His muscular arms flex, and his veins become more defined as he dumps the ice overtop of the beer bottles in a built-in bar top cooler. He turns and gazes my way.
Licking my lips, I quiver as his big, blue eyes catch mine and I can’t move. I grab the bar; my breasts rise and nearly pop out of the V-neck tank top I’m wearing as I lean forward. The corners of his lips turn upward, and he winks at me. My toes curl as I cross my legs tight and let out a sigh, imagining his strong arms lifting me onto his firm body.
Rae bumps me hard, and I nearly fall from the stool.
“Blaire. Did you hear me?” Shaking my head, I turn my attention to her.
“Oh, sorry. What did you ask?” From my peripheral vision, the mesmerizing barback brings another tub of ice from behind the silver double doors. He walks much slower this time, then comes close to where we sit after he finishes.
“I asked when do your classes start back up?” Rae sips her glass of wine and snaps her fingers in my face. “Blaire!”
Blinking quickly, I try to keep my focus on Rae. I physically turn my body to face her and rest my arm on the bar.
“Um, classes begin in two weeks. I have a ton of preparing to do.” I raise my voice to get over the buzz of the bar. I turn when a body shoves into me. I’m wondering if there’s a private party going on here tonight. There’s always a decent number of people here on Friday nights, but it’s never been this crowded or noisy before. I grab the bar and try to scoot my stool closer to Rae. Once settled again, I rest my arm back on the bar and sit facing her.
A hand grazes mine, sending jolts of electricity through me. I turn my head. It’s him, the drop-dead-gorgeous barback with steel blue eyes, a nice thin scruff along his square jawline.
He slides his hand along the bar as he cleans it with a rag, touching mine again.
My core clenches as my eyes trail after the stunning stranger.
He jogs toward the double silver doors. Turning before he goes through them; he winks at me again. He must be six-foot-two, maybe taller. His brown hair is cut close to his head.
“Mmm, mmm,” I moan, and Rae smacks me.
“What?” I jam my eyes shut.
“Blaire, who are you eyeing?” She turns and looks behind the bar, then scans the sea of people in the restaurant area.
“I don’t see anyone worth all your attention.” She spins back to me and finishes her drink.
“Let’s get a table and have dinner.” Before I can object, she hops off her stool and walks toward the host’s stand.
I gather my purse and pour my wine spritzer down my throat.
“I’ll take your glass,” the hottie barback says as he stands in front of me. His smooth voice melts me.
“Thanks.” I smile and hand him my glass.
His fingers brush mine. His fuck-me eyes fall to my large cleavage, and he grins sinfully. His steel blues sparkle when he lifts them to meet mine, then he tilts his head toward the short hallway where I know the restrooms are located.
I blink slowly as my mouth forms a mischievous grin. I’m drenched and aching to be fucked. It’s been over a year since I’ve had a man between my legs. I divorced my husband, Preston, after our eighteen-year marriage just ran out of gas. We both wanted out. He’s a wonderful father to our young daughter, but he bored the absolute fuck out of me.
While I wait on Rae to return, I turn my attention to him, the most delicious man I’ve seen in a long time.
“Um…” I scan his tight polo searching for a name tag. Not seeing one, I ask, “And who are you?”
“Jaden.” He drags a finger across my hand, making me quiver. He leans closer to me; his lips meet the rim of my ear. His velvety voice asks, “Who are you, sexy?”
Clutching the bar firmer to stop myself from sliding off my stool, I say, “I’m Blaire.”
