They’re blue. Deep blue like the color the sky is during the witching hour.
Her lips, pink and full are pursed neither smiling nor frowning.
And they locked on me.
The blonde makes the connection, looking frantically between us before she bounces in her chair, clapping and patting the red head’s arm.
A smirk ticks in the corners of my mouth and the girl’s gaze jerks away, like a broken trance, and she blushes fiercely.
Between the pink of her cheeks, her dress and her hair, the woman is straight fire.
And I’ve decided the room is too hot for these clothes…
The music picks up and the room erupts as I undo the button I was working on.
Then the next one down.
And the next.
The woman’s eyes, slowly trace back over to me and I watch her as she watches me undo my shirt completely, revealing the fact that I may be a man over forty, but I take care of my body.
All eight abs of it.
Paddles are flying up and the bids rise in their wake.
But I don’t care about that right now.
Because I am only doing this for her.
No one else is in the room as far as I am concerned.
I shrug out of the shirt and tuck it in the back pocket of my slacks so it’s hanging out like a bar towel.
Then I strut to one side of the stage.
The women are losing their goddamn minds and I’m hearing all kinds of words, everything fromDaddytoSilver Fox.
Who knew that was actually a thing?
I look off to the side and see the other guys waiting behind the curtain, shifting in their shoes, ruffling their hair. If I didn’t know any better, I’d say they were intimidated.
And they should be.
I’ve got years on these kids.
I glance with only my eyes back at Noah who is cracking up.
Maybe I won’t punch him after all.
Who knew that a couple shots of bourbon and a few catcalls was just what I needed to leave the office behind for all of 7 minutes?
After depriving her of my attention momentarily, I look back at the red head who is now smiling.
It’s a small smile, neither greedy nor desperate.
Amused? I don’t hate that.
My tie is still undone and draped over my neck.
