"Dark brown hair, pale pink shirt, and grey suit, sitting at the far end."
Lex didn't even have to look. "Please thank the gentleman for the drink, but take it back."
"You don't want it?"
Lex held up his glass. "One drink is good for me."
He never, ever accepted a drink from someone he didn't know or that he didn't watch the bartender make. He'd had a friend accept a drink from a stranger once when they were in college and he'd been drugged and raped. Lex wasn't about to let that happen to him.
"Are you sure?"
Lex smiled up at the waiter. "I'm sure."
The waiter shrugged, picked up the drink, then carried it back to the bar. He carried over to the guy at the end of the bar and set it down in front of him before leaning in to talk to him. Lex knew he'd made the right choice when thunder clouds crossed the man's face.
"Crap," he whispered to himself when the man got up and started sauntering across the room toward him. He so didn't need this shit right now.
Well, he never really needed it.
Self-entitled pretty boys with more money than brains were a dime a dozen in Washington, D.C. Hell, they practically grew out of the woodwork. And they always thought they were the best thing since pre-canned beer.
They weren't.
"Hello, sweetness."
Lex barely refrained from rolling his eyes. He gave the guy a smile, the same one he used on politicians and lobbyists who believed they could intimidate him or sweet talk him into letting them see Senator Khor.
Lex hadn't felt a moment of intimidation since he was five years old and he was confronted by the sandbox bully.
"I'm waiting for someone." He wasn't really, but he had nothing to say to this man that could be said in polite company.
The man smiled. Lex was sure he thought it was an award-winning smile.
It wasn't.
"Of course you were, sweetness." The guy's smile grew into a wide smile as he tapped his own chest. "Me."
Not in this lifetime.
"While I appreciate the interest, I really am waiting for someone." Working for Wilson, Lex had learned a lot about being diplomatic. "But, thank you."
Now, go away.
The man leaned forward, leaning his elbows on the table. "Now, you don't mean that, sweetness."
When the man reached for his hand, Lex snatched it back. He had no wish to be touched by this man. If he had, he would have accepted the drink. Lex lifted his eyebrow. "If you'll excuse me?"
The man's eyes clouded for a moment before another one of those wide grins crossed his face. "A man like you, alone in a place like this?"
Lex shivered when the man's gaze roamed over him.
"You're only here for one thing, and I can provide it."
"Look." Lex raised his voice just loud enough that the other patrons sitting around them would hear. He wanted witnesses. "I don't know you. I don't want to know you. Whatever little fantasy you have going on in your head about us is never going to happen. Now, I am waiting for someone. This is the last time I am going to ask you to leave me alone." He raised cell phone up far enough that the man could see it. "Don't make me call the police."
The man's hand clenched. "Now, look, you little cock tease. You—"
"Hi, baby, sorry I'm late."
