“We just met and you’re worried about me?” He clucks his tongue. “That’s sweet, but sounds a bit clingy if you ask me.”
“Says the guy who pushed me over on purpose to get my attention.”
It was a bold thing to say, but I’ve never been good at holding back.
He laughs, the sound rich as it floats in the space between us.
“Can I buy you a drink?”
“I have one back at my table,” I tell him, pointing a finger behind me.
“That’s okay because what I really want is to talk to you.”
“And why should we do that?” I quip.
He smirks, taking a step closer to me. His woody scent draws me closer to him, my chest brushing against his. He tilts his head, his voice husky as he says, “So I can get to know you,ma belle.”
A shiver runs down my spine at the lilt in his voice. There’s nothing hotter than a man speaking in another language.
“What do you want to know?” I pose the question as I lean on one leg, hand on my hip.
His hazel eyes darken, then he leans his head toward my ear. “What I truly want to know is how good my name sounds when you’re moaning it.”
Desire thrums in my core, but despite my goal to get laid tonight, I can’t be that easy. I like when a man works for it.
I stand on my tiptoes and curl my fingers around his broad shoulder as I whisper back into his ear, “Hard to do when I don’t even know your name.”
Moving my hand from his shoulder, I pat his hard chest with a wink and walk to the restroom that miraculously has no line now.
His eyes burn a hole into me the entire time, so I wave him goodbye over my shoulder without looking back.
A deep chuckle over the noise of the bar makes me smirk.
As I fix my hair in the mirror of the bathroom, I notice a faint flush to my cheeks. It could be from the alcohol or him. Because not only is he hot, but he’s fun to flirt with and seems to be on the same page for what I want tonight.
And if there’s one thing about me, I always get what I want.
Chapter 5
Quentin
It’s funny how I accidentally knocked a girl on her ass because Cole is an idiot who shoved me, yetIfeel like the one who was knocked on my ass.
We didn’t talk for long, but the short conversation we had was enough to pique my interest. Something I’m not used to. I haven’t been interested in someone beyond sex in years. While yes, I’m attracted to this woman, I also want to talk to her again. She’s witty, and I like it.
A smile forms on my lips as I head back to our table, which is right next to where the line ended that she was in.
When I see Cole standing at the high-top table, I push my hand into his shoulder, making him stumble. “That’s payback for shoving me. Don’t do that shit again.”
Cole rights himself, then gives me a shit-eating grin. “Can’t blame a guy for being excited that youactuallycame out. I might’ve overreacted and shoved you a little too hard. You know me and my love aggression, but it seems like it worked out in your favor.”
After I left my sister’s house earlier, I sat in the quiet of my house, debating on whether to come out with the team. I ultimatelydecided to come, arriving a few minutes ago and clearly surprising my two closest friends, Cole and Pauly.
I shake my head, clapping him on the back. “We’ll see.”
There’s no way I’m leaving without talking to her again. I just need to gather the courage to do it. I usually wouldn’t be this nervous, but I’ve never had a girl not fall at my feet.
Pauly, our catcher, juts his chin over my shoulder. I follow his line of vision to the girl I knocked over as she exits the bathroom, walking toward her friends and exuding a confidence I’ve never seen before. She struts like she owns the place, with all eyes on her, a natural path being cleared for her.
