Maybe I’d hung out with the Vicious Wolf too long; I laughed quietly in my head. Bringing the drink to my lips, I took a sip out of the little black straw. The cool liquid slid up and went down like silk. I felt the heat of Miguel sliding in deep and when I looked over he was starring.
“Boss,” he said.
“What’s up? And you know you don’t have to call me that outside of working hours, right?”
He grinned sheepishly. The corners of his eyes wrinkled up.
“Have I told you how fucking gorgeous you look tonight?”
His hands began to roam up and down my shoulder. His fingers left a warm trail beneath his fingertips. He was watching where his hands roamed and looked up to meet my surprised eyes.
“You have,” I bit my lip.
Miguel was sexy.
Miguel was gorgeous.
I should have been jumping at the thought, instead, I felt the need to flee.
“Does it make you uncomfortable,” his fingers stilled. “Is there someone else?”
The last of the vodka drained from my glass. Mentally, I was cursing the waitress out, and I looked for her for just a split second.
“No I’m not uncomfortable,” I replied.
“I got a room at a Marriott nearby,” he said softly. “I figured I might…”
My eyes grew wide in their sockets.
“Miguel, I don’t know if that’s a good idea,” I replied. “I’m flattered…but …”
“But what? You think you’re too good for me?”
It was definitely time to scoot back. He had invaded my space and I never should have let him. His eyes seemed to gloss over and I had no idea where the unchecked aggression was coming from but he needed to get himself in check.
“Miguel, I don’t think I’m too good for you. I’m honestly just getting out of a fucked up situation…not that that’s any of your business. I’ll give you a few moments to yourself to get your dignity back, but don’t you ever fucking touch me again.”
My feet carried me as far away from the scene of that debacle as they could. I didn’t stop until I reached the bar and found Rina and Mallory.
“Did the two of you know?”
“Know what?” Rina asked.
She looked like she was about to pass out.
“That Miguel…has a crush on me? That might sound juvenile but he seemed super into me,” I waved a bartender over.
“We thought the two of you were sleeping together…you’re not?” Mallory frowned.
“Hell no!”
The bartender popped over and took my drink quick enough. I leaned against the bar, disinterested in the scene, and started debating on going home. My eyes starred at my reflection in the mirror behind the bar. Party-goers were dancing, drinking, and making out all around me.
I hate Valentine’s Day, I thought.
It was semi-true.
I’d always been single.
