“It should be. That’s exactly what you need. Some hot guy to remind you that there’s more out there waiting for you. You just have to seize it.” He puts his hand on my arm, leaning in. “Why not live a little, Tig? You’re young, gorgeous, nice. You’re a catch.”
“Thanks, Oscar. I know I need to get back out there, but I just haven’t met anyone tempting enough yet.”
He makes a face I can’t read as he steps back. “I get it. Just promise me you’ll keep your eyes open. You never know when the right guy will walk into your life.”
Nodding, I smile. “You’re right. Thanks for the pep talk.”
“You’re welcome, but I still have dibs on the hot blond.”
I laugh. “He’s all yours.”
“Oscar,” Howie yells from the front. “Can you come over here and help with the front desk? We just had a bunch of people arrive.”
He salutes me. “Duty calls. Get intel on the blond if you can.”
“I’ll do my best.”
I fix a few more drinks for people trickling in, and then the blond on the phone plops down on a stool in front of me. I might need my eyes checked. Far away, he seemed decent-looking, but up close, he’s a stunner. Gorgeous blue eyes, a perfect tan, and acharming smile.Hello. Blonds aren’t really my thing, but I could make an exception. That is if Oscar hadn’t already called dibs. I guess I’m a rule follower.
“What can I get you?”
He glances around before focusing on me. When he does, his smile softens. “Well, hello.”
“Hey.”
“Tigo?” he questions, focusing on my name tag.
“That’s me.”
“Unique name.”
“Santiago. Tigo for short.”
“Got it. Kyle.” He extends his hand, so I shake it.
“Nice to meet you. You want a drink?”
“Please. Just fuck me up with something. I’m having a rough day.”
“Yeah? Why are you here?”
“Business.”
I nod, grabbing a bottle of tequila. This isn’t a normal destination for people on business, but maybe his assistant booked it or something.
“Hopefully, you’ll be able to enjoy the grounds.”
“It’s a little rundown, isn’t it?”
I bristle. “A little, but we make up for it with our people. It’s a prime location too. Very LGBTQ+ friendly if that’s your thing.”
“Oh, it is.” He looks me up and down. “At least the view at the bar is nice.”
Oh, we’re flirting. Got it. “Thanks. I’m making you my famous Double H.”
“What is that?” he asks, leaning forward.
“Just a bunch of alcohol that tastes good together. Double H for Hillcrest Hideaway.”
