“She going to be ok?” He nodded in my direction.
“Yes. She-” I shook my head. “I’m going to be fine. Just keep those vixens-” I laughed out loud, realizing I didn’t even mean to say that. “Sorry. I didn’t mean… Nevermind. Just keep those delicious pink drinks away from me.”
“That’s my creation.” He smiled pridefully.
“Well, you’re going to hell sir, because those are delightful.” I pointed my finger in the air.
He chuckled. “You’re probably right, but not for that. They also pack a punch. How many?”
“Three.”
“Four.” Lizzy corrected.
“No.” I counted back on my fingers. “Fuck. Yea. Four.”
“I’ll send someone out to get you some food.”
“No, you don’t have to.”
“I think I do. If Callum found out my drink fucked up a lot of people, he’d kill me. So really, I’m doing it for myself, not you.”
“Well, as long as you’re being selfish.” I winked. Was I hitting on the bartender? I mean, I’d tap that, but damn. I was horny and he was super fun to flirt with.
He waved someone over and whispered something in their ear before pulling his card out of his pocket.
“You’re over there?” He pointed across the bar to the area where Tony and Derek were standing.
“Yea. How did you know?”
“I make it a point to keep an eye out on all the pretty ladies that could cause me trouble.” He winked.
I couldn’t help but smile.
I stopped and turned around when I saw him looking at something above my head. The man from earlier was standing there looking down at us… me, again. In all my alcohol induced stupidity, I winked at him. His head tilted to the side like I’d broken him. Was he a robot? I saw him huff before he walked off. Not a robot.
I looked back at the bartender. “Who was that?”
“Who?”
“That man up there looking at us.”
His face fell. “That was Callum.”
“He didn’t look too happy.”
He looked down at the bar. “He’s… an acquired taste. I have to go help some other patrons.” He said before darting off, but then called back, “I’ll bring you that food over though.”
When he can’t hear the word no, put him in his place.
LizzyandIwerein a deep conversation about nipple piercings when I felt a tap on my shoulder. I turned around to find Callum, the mystery man from the second-floor balcony, standing behind the table with a bag of food in his hand. His intense stare focused on me, with a hint of something else. Annoyance? Curiosity?
“Thank you.” I said, standing up to reach for the bag, but tripped over the shoes Lizzy had left on the ground. In my tipsy… yes, tipsy, not drunk state, I fell towards Callum. It was like I was in one of those fucking romcoms. Look at me clumsy bumsy, catch me if you can.
And he did. He not only caught me with one arm, but leaned me back like we had choreographed a sexy dance routine, eyes locked, staring at one another. My skin was on fire under his touch and under his gaze. He definitely had big dick energy with delicious fuck me eyes and I’m pretty sure my whole body was yelling pick me! Pick me!
“Everlee!” Lizzy shouted in shock. “Here.” I heard Lizzy say as she stepped forward to grab the bag out of his hand, breaking our trance.
With his other hand free, he used it to help me stand upright. I wobbled in place, staring at him, not because of the alcohol, but because he made my head spin. Holy shit! I’d be his valentine.
