What would I like?I want you.
My jaw actually drops. I snap it shut before she notices.Get a grip man.
Her angelic voice interrupts my thoughts.
“Um… Did you hear me? What did you want?” She asks politely, tilting her head and biting her bottom lip softly. Her eyes drifting over me.
Is she checking me out too?
I clear my throat, and wipe my suddenly sweaty palms on my jeans.
“Sorry. The oysters Kilpatrick. And, uh, the stuffed mushrooms.”
She looks into my eyes then quickly looks away, nodding. “Sure. Would you like a drink with that?”
Yes. I’d like to drink you….Uh Lucas, don’t be a creep.
I remind myself to keep my eyes up and away from her very perky, very distracting chest and instead look into those stunning eyes. Blue, but also, not just blue?
“A rum, please. Whatever one you recommend.” She looks away nervously, fumbling with the register as she adds my order.
“Okay then. Umm… that’ll be $45. This is your buzzer.” She puts it down on the bar and tucks her soft hair behind her ear. “I’ll get your drink ready now.” She gives me a small smile, and spins around to make the drink.
My eyes are glued.
I’m a goner. Long legs. Curves in all the right places. And her ass? Damn. But it’s not just her body. There’s something else. Something that hits deeper and makes my chest ache. Like she’s some kind of answer to a question I didn’t realise I’ve been asking.
I don’t justwanther. I want toknowher.Needto.
I haven’t felt this drawn to a woman in… well forever.
I wasn’t looking for anything tonight. But I think I just found something I didn’t even know I needed.
6
Feeling flustered
I glance at myself in the mirror on the back wall of the bar. Are my cheeks red?
God, I feel flustered.
I’ve just laid eyes on the most attractive man I’ve ever seen. Tall, like, 6’2” at least. Tanned, broad-shouldered with a muscular body that’s straining under his shirt. His face is all sharp angles and short stubbly beard over his jaw. He’s masculine and beautiful at the same time. And his hair is dark, a little tousled. The kind of waves I suddenly want to run my fingers through.
But his eyes. God, those eyes. Green, but not just green, they have flecks of blue and gold shimmering through them, like sunlight on water. They are hypnotic. Intense.
And the way he looked at me… like he saw me. Andlikedwhat he saw.
Then his gaze dropped to my chest and for the first time in forever, I felt that low flutter in my core. The kind that makes you want to blush and bite your lip at the same time.
I glance sideways at the mirror.
Yep. He’s still watching me.Staring. If looks could devour, I’d be a five-course meal.
Okay, Camille.Chill. He’s just a guy. A sinfully hot guy who smells amazing and looks like he could ruin you in the best possible way.
But still. Just a guy.
Right.Focus. Make the drink. Deliver the drink. Be cool.
