“I know, right?” Elena chimes in, equally delighted.
We spend the next three and a half hours laughing and talking about everything and nothing, reminiscing about our college years and planning more nights out together. I’m having the best evening in a while until a wave of loneliness crashes into me. I knew this feeling of happiness wouldn’t last forever and I’d eventually go back to feeling like crap, but still I wish it lasted longer.
Like in every story, there is always an end to every chapter.
I’m already on my fifth drink. The sweet taste of alcohol is slowly starting to kick in, and with it comes the strange clarity of a horny, tipsy man. I can see the way a bunch of men’s gazes devour me with more lust than a dog in heat. Rachel wouldn’t like me hanging around other women or going to bars, since it could ruin her little lie–but I’m tired of this nonsense.
I’ll tell her our deal is over when I get home.
I hadn’t paid attention at first, but now I realize we’re in a gay bar. It makes sense, considering Sally and Amira are bisexual, and Elena’s a lesbian.
I’m not desperate to the point of picking some random lustful male in a bar, but I do feel like going home with someone tonight. I scan the room for a potential suitor and…bingo. I hunt down a handsome snack sitting at the counter.
A broad back and silver hair make me smirk. I sneak a glance at him as he turns to the side, and oh my God, he’s handsome. He must be in his thirties, at most, and isdefinitelymy type on paper.
There’s only one thing left for me to do, and that’s catch my prey.
I rise from my seat next to Sally. “I’ll be right back.”
She acknowledges my words with a cheerful nod and goes back to giggling with the others. I march alluringly to the counter, swaying my hips as I make my way to him and take the seat next to the good-looking man. Feigning indifference, I order an Espresso Martini, fully aware of how he’s eyeing me like I’m some piece of candy he can’t wait to figure out the flavor of.
Men are so easy.
They want someone hard to get, so they can have a good chase, but without having to work too hard to earn their prize. I like my men submissive and devoted, so fuck the chase.
If he doesn’t want me, I don’t want him. Plain and simple.
I nonchalantly take a sip of my drink, and as he slowly turns to face me, I don’t spare him a single glance until he dares to speak.
“Need some company?” he asks in a seductively dark voice. “Seems like you do.”
The longer I observe him, the more he fits my taste. His voice is making me wonder how his moans sound when his cock is lodged deep inside me.
Aoi, keep the freaky thoughts under control please. Have some decency.
I peek up from the dark liquid and turn my attention to the fine man burning a hole through my temple.
“Are you any good?” I mock, glancing at his lips for a split second before looking back into his lustrous eyes.
A husky, devilish low chortle escapes his lips, and I can’t hide the soft curl tugging on mine. The intensity in his tempestuous eyes softens as he leans back in his seat next to me, signaling the bartender for a drink of his own.
“I sure am, but the only way to know is to try me out.” He taps his finger on the counter, his eyes never leaving mine.
There’s no need for a shower of words when our bodies express so clearly what we need from each other.
His eyes roam my face, taking in every inch before meeting my gaze. He leans in closer, his voice dropping to a low murmur. “I doubt you came here on your own. Am I wrong?”
“You’re not,” I reply, casually taking another sip of my drink and playing with the base of the glass. “What about you? A man like you wouldn’t be unattended either.”
Based on his behavior and the aura emanating from him, I can tell he’s a player. Too bad I’m a sore loser.
“I just came back from a business trip, so I drove here to decompress. Nothing better than a nice cocktail and some good company to…relax,” he says, gaze narrowing over my silhouette.
“I see.” I tilt my head to the side. “Just my luck then.”
I glance at his expensive watch on his left wrist, barely exposed under his burgundy button-up, yet sparkly enough to catch my attention.
Seems I caught a wealthy fish.
