Wow, intrusive thoughts much? What the hell is in this drink?
Before long, I start to get that fuzzy, heavy feeling in my limbs. Man Bun is refilling my drink for the fourth time, and I’m a bit of a lightweight.
“You ready to make that man remember your name?” Mel questions, her fingers tugging on my hand to bring me to a standing position.
I sway slightly before steadying myself.
“What do I say?” I whisper.
“To start, just ask him what his name is.” She looks into my eyes for a second. “Are you too drunk? Do you want to do this?”
I look over at the suit, and his eyes catch mine again. My mouth parts slightly as his gaze drips slowly over my body, all the way down to my pink-polished toes.
I blush and look away.
“Yes. I wanna do it. I’m fine.” Liquid courage is coursing through my veins and finding its way to my mouth.
I’m sort of not fine, but depending on when that last drink starts to take effect, I will have just enough in me to go through with this. If I tell Mel I’m intoxicated, she’ll say it’s not a good idea, and looking at him, Iknowit’s going to be averygood idea.
“What’s your name? Hi, I’m Kate.” I practice quietly to myself.
Mel laughs. “Stop. You’re going to be fine.”
She starts to lead me over to the booth at the back, weaving through the tables and patrons spread around. It’s getting late, and most of them seem to have had too much to drink at this point.
We finally make it through, and I feel a sudden urge to turn and run. I pull back on Mel’s hand.
“I uh, I have no idea what to say.” My voice sounds foreign in my ears.
She faces me. “Listen to me. You’re a hot commodity in this bar. Every set of eyes has been trained on your ass as we walk through. This guy is just another one of those losers wanting the opportunity to nail you. You. Got. This.”
It’s like she’s sending me waves of strength and confidence through her fingertips clutching my forearm because the pep talk does it. I nod, and we continue on.
His eyes are unbelievable from here—a light-green color I’ve never seen before. He watches me as I approach, his heated gaze shamelessly traveling down over my body. A man like him isn’t afraid to let it be known that he’s looking. His veiny hand is resting across the back of the booth.
In a moment of insanity, I sit right next to him.
The fourth drink has hit me like a train at full speed. His face doesn’t show a hint of surprise.
“What’s your name?” I ask in my best sultry voice.
A muscle tics in his jaw, and I notice a hint of dark stubble. Someone else possesses my body, and my fingers reach out to feel the silky lapel of his suit coat.
Money, money.
His eyes dip down to watch the movement, dark lashes fanning over his high cheekbones.
“What’s yours?” he asks, meeting my gaze again.
His voice is incredibly deep, almost to the point that it sounds unnatural. I’ve never heard a sound so sexy in my entire life.
“I asked you first.” I’m taking on the bold attitude of my friend.
Fancy Pants’s mouth twitches slightly, and his eyes hold mine.
“Why do you want to know?” His deep baritone rolls over me, causing goose bumps to prickle my skin.
“I intend to scream it into a pillow later.” My hand claps over my mouth as my eyes widen at the statement I just made.
