He turns around.
“Hi.” I dial up my smile. “Is the seat next to you taken?”
He gives me a languorous onceover. “It isn’t.”
“Lucky me.”
“No, luckyme.”
“Well, you know how to make a girl feel special.”
“Stick around, princess, I’m just getting my engine revved up.”
I move to the stool and hitch my little body on it.
In a city where multimillionaires and multibillionaires abound, there’s no shortage of men in suits in New York, but none of them scream suit porn like the blue-eyed god sitting next to me.
My fake boyfriend selected a light gray suit that is no doubt bespoke. The H cufflinks adorning his white shirt elevate an already impeccable suit to cover model levels. I’ve spotted the same ones from Hermes on Ciara’s husband. I guess they’re a must-have accessory in a rich dude’s wardrobe.
My gaze travels up.
His hair, that usually looks like he’s run his fingers through it too many times in frustration, is neatly combed. His 5 o’clock shadow is so tempting, I want to feel the burn of it between my thighs.
“Are you objectifying me?” He arches a brow.
Yes, I am.“I was appreciating the fact that serendipity made it so I’m seated next to a man who wears a suit like he was born in one.”
He looks over his shoulder. “Plenty of other guys in suits in this lounge.”
“Really?” I frown. “There are other men here?” I shrug. “Hadn’t noticed.”
His lips part in a slow smile.
Wow.
It’s the second time since moving in with him that he’s graced me with such a precious gift.
“Watch it, buddy. You might knock me off my seat with that dazzling smile.”
Said smile grows wider.
A waitress appears. “Can I get you anything, ma’am?”
“I’ll have a French 75, please.”
“Coming right up,” she says. “Would you like another one, sir?”
Kaz gulps down the remainder of his drink. “Yes, please.”
With that, she’s off.
“What’s in a French 75?”
I drop my clutch on the bar and use my hand to enumerate each ingredient. “Sparkling wine, gin, lemon juice, and a dash of simple sugar. A lounge like this one would probably use champagne instead of sparkling wine.”
“You have a fancy palate.”
“That’s a bold statement considering you don’t even know me… yet.”
