“Nothing wrong with that.” A gleeful smile spreads across Sienna’s face. “That’s what you need to do.”
“Yes!” Imogen claps her hands. “Liv, we need to find you a man to take home this evening.”
This time, I do spit my drink out in the most unladylike of ways. “I am not taking a man home.”
“There are plenty of men in here that would be perfect for her.” Sienna ignores my protestation.
“Yes. I think a buttoned-up guy would be more her type.” Imogen points to a group of men with briefcases at their feet. “They look like nice barristers. She could probably get a decent night out of one of them.”
“Excuse me. I am sitting right here.”
“And?” Imogen flags down our server and orders another drink. I order a second round for myself with a water. “Honey, we love you, but you do need to live a little.”
Sienna nods. “You do.”
“Why am I friends with you two?” I groan.
“Because you love us back,” Sienna confirms.
“Some days, but I do not know why.”
“I know why.” Imogen pokes me in the side. “Because the guy I’m eyeing has someone with him that is eyeing you.”
“What?”
There is no way that anyone would be eyeing me over my two friends. I’m about as plain as it gets.
With plain brown hair, blue eyes, a few freckles, and a small gap between my front teeth, I don’t think most men look twice at me.
Nothing I’m not used to, since I grew up hearing how ordinary I look.
“He issexy,” Sienna says. “He is eyeing you like you’re a snack.”
“He is not,” I hiss, slapping her hand away.
“Olivia. If you do not go say hi to that man, I will never speak to you again.”
Imogen halts the conversation as our drinks are replenished. I glug down a few sips of water before finishing my first drink. I’m not drunk, but just on the right side of buzzing. Two glasses is my max. I never go above that. I don’t like being a sloppy drunk.
It’s those few sips that have curiosity licking at my brain. “You’re not joking? There is someone checking me out?”
Sienna’s grin seems to take up her entire face. “Yes. At the bar over your left shoulder. With the brown hair.”
Trying my best to play coy, I spin in my seat, acting as if I’m searching for our server. It doesn’t take more than a moment until I spot the man they’re talking about.
A smile plays on his lips. His hair is a thick, dark brownmess with grey at the temples, like he’s been running his hand through it. Scruff lines his jaw. The corners of his eyes crinkle as he holds his glass up to me.
“You weren’t kidding.” I nearly come off the seat as I turn back to my friends. “Why is someone that hot looking at me?”
“Because you are gorgeous, babe,” Imogen tells me. “Do you want me to go talk to his friend so we can break the ice?”
Nerves burble up in my stomach. I have never been the forward one. Never one to make the first move.
“No,” I snap. The last thing I want is for this man—this sexy, god of a man—to think I can’t speak to him.
“Does that mean you’re going to go over and talk to him?”
I nod, taking one last fortifying sip of gin.
