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My breath catches when I steal another glance and find him still watching me. I blush at the mere thought of his strong muscles handling me with ease.
Wait. Why not? Isn’t that the whole point of this stupid celebration? I know I should be apprehensive, but why does the thought of his hands on me excite me?
His presence alone spells luxury. His obviously expensive suit that clings to him flawlessly. His only accessory is a watch that probably could have paid for my entire college. His impeccably styled blond hair accentuates his proud forehead and sharp cheekbones.
And then, his eyes…
They’re a piercing blue that I can make out even across this distance. There’s an unmistakable fire in them that hides a simmering intensity beneath. I’m reminded of a dormant volcano, seemingly calm but harboring a fiery depth that could erupt into an inferno at any moment. Everything about him gives off a magnetic air that draws me in.
Our eyes lock, and my breath ceases momentarily, but I don't look away. Those intense blue eyes rove over my body without any hint of disguise. That’s when it hits me.
I'm his prey.
A sudden flush of heat courses through my thighs. I have to clench them together to rein in the sensation. Is this me, or is the alcohol working at last? Maybe it’s a combination of both.
I swallow hard and gulp down my drink. I should be apprehensive. Heck, I should be running for the door. This man can easily have his way with me and make me do anything he desires. Instead of making me worried, his strong, lean physique leaves me wondering what it would be like to have him on top of me.
He’s the one. The reason I’m here tonight. That man is going to take me to bed, I’m sure of it.
My heart races at the thought of him pinning me down and I clench my thighs tighter. I feel my nipples peak as he finishes his drink and strides over to me.
Oh god, this is actually happening.
I think I'm about to have a panic attack. Yesterday Chloe would have bolted, but Here And Now Chloe is ready for this. That means sitting still and maintaining eye contact, even though I’m so nervous I just want to hide behind the bar.
The man saunters over, and for a second he looks so unbothered that I’m not sure he’s actually coming to speak to me. He nods to the bartender and holds out his empty glass, then darts his eyes to mine.
"And something for the lady as well," he says. His voice is so deep and rich that I feel like I can sink into it, letting it wrap around me. It sounds… powerful. It is commanding, flowing with a calm undertone that wraps around me like a luxurious cage.
After giving the bartender his order, the man turns to face me. He’s standing in front of me now, not quite touching. With a confident smile, he’s staring down into my eyes, bathing me in the heat that’s radiating off his body. I’m stiflingly hot, mylegs turning to jelly as the strange sensation of desire courses through me. I want him. I don't even care that it's a bad idea.
This is dangerous, Chloe. He’s not the kind of man you want for your first time. You’re a novice at best, he’s a volcano on the verge of erupting. Run!My inner voice chides me, but I remain rooted in my seat.
"Chardonnay," I say, pushing my glass to the barman, my eyes still riveted on the man.
"I hope it holds you over until your date arrives," he says, his smile belying the ravenous look in his eyes.
"No date. Maybe I’m just here to see where the evening takes me," I answer.
I’m trying to sound confident and composed, masking the fact that his presence rattles me to the core. His maddeningly attractive aura only intensifies the nervous fluttering in my middle. He seems surprised by my answer. A smirk plays at the corners of his sensuous lips as he takes his new drink and sips slowly, still staring at me. I grin.
"You had me fooled for a minute," he finally says. "I thought someone as beautiful as you would surely be meeting someone."
I love the way he speaks. There is a uniqueness to it. It’s overly flirtatious, but I like it.
"I’ve just metyou, haven’t I?" I ask coyly, hoping I sound inviting. Instead, I’m worried that I sound like something from a cheesy porn film.
He smiles, takes another sip of his drink, then inches closer. As he nears, I catch the subtle waft of his cologne—a blend of cedarwood and crisp linen. There’s something else there, a male musk that seems to lure me in. It is not strong, but much like the rest of his presence, it puts me under his spell.
"I suppose I walked into that one. But I’m not like anyone else you’ve ever met. I've got a lot to offer."
It’s my turn to smirk. "What makes you different from every other guy ?"
"First, because I’m noguy." He leans in and adds, "And I'm not here to play games. I'm here with only one purpose in mind."
He places his hand on the top of my bare thigh, resting it there so lightly that I wonder if this is real. When I don’t flinch or pull away, he begins rubbing tiny circles that make me clench my thighs together to hide my reaction. "I'll make sure that every moment with me is well worth your time."
I blush, certain that my cheeks are flushed a deep pink. Thank goodness for the dim light and dark-paneled walls that hide my response.
