"Don't look now but 007 has spotted you," Levi whispers in my ear, laying it on thick by biting my earlobe.
I turn to look at him over my shoulder with a come-hither smile and fuck-me eyes.
"He's not enjoying the show," Levi tells me.
"That's too bad. I am." I laugh.
We bump, sway, and grind through countless songs before I need a break.
"I’m going to get something to drink."
Shannon smirks. "I'm going to continue to flirt with Mr. Sexy."
Levi's already working his way over to his own Mr. Sexy.
And mine? I don't even dare look at mine. I make my way to the bar.
"What'll it be?" the bartender asks.
"An ice water and a Captain and Coke," I order. I look around the bar and there's a very good-looking man staring at me from a few stools over. I smile in return. He takes that as the go ahead and makes his way over. I'm not sure if I want him to, but now I have no choice.
"Hi," he greets.
"Hi."
"Saw you out there on the dance floor. You've got some serious moves."
I laugh. "My friends give me the courage I would never have dancing alone."
"You should. Have courage when dancing alone, I mean," he mutters.
Okay. Maybe he's a little cute, even with his gelled back hair. The hair totally reminds me of Ross from Friends. That's about it though. He's not bad looking, but he isn't someone who'd grab my attention. I only noticed him because that actor I drool over is still down the bar and this guy was in the way.
My water and drink arrive, and I reach for my clutch.
"Allow me?" he asks.
I nod. "Okay. But that's not a promise for sex."
