I nod. “Just arrived in town yesterday.”
“What brings you to England?” she asks.
“New job.”
“Well, welcome to London. Hopefully you’ll find it amenable.”
“Amenable?” I lean back in my barstool and wave a hand for her to take Alfie’s vacated seat. “So far I’m finding it veryamenable.”
She fights a smile as she hops onto the chair, crossing her legs at her ankles.
“What’s your name?” she asks.
“Tag. You?”
“Olivia.”
“Olivia. Well, it’s very nice to meet you.” I hold out my hand for her to shake. She studies it before taking it.
Damn, is her skin ever soft. I can’t help but rub my thumb over the back of it. Her fingernails are painted a soft pink. I shouldn’t be noticing these things about her. I’m here to focus on hockey, not women.
“You too.” She gives me a shy smile. “Do you live in this area?”
I nod. “A short walk. Still need to get my bearings, but I find I like this pub already.”
“Oh yeah?”
“Quite the clientele here.”
“I see.”
A blush creeps up her cheeks. This is not how I expected the night to go. A pint with Alfie? Yes. Hoping to take this woman home? No.
Olivia sets her empty glass down on the bar and smiles at me. “What are you most excited to see here?”
I lean closer. “I don’t want to talk about the sights.”
“What do you want to talk about then?” she asks, sipping from a lowball glass, nearly empty with clear liquid.
“You.”
“M-me?” she stutters. “Why me?”
“You came over here to talk to me. You can’t only want to talk about London.”
“You’re right, I don’t.”
“Then what do you want to talk about?” I ask her.
This close, there’s a fire in her blue eyes. “Well, I did come over here for a reason.”
“And that reason is?”
“Ask me to go home with you, Tag.”
The corner of my mouth pulls up in a smile. There is something damn sexy about how this woman says my name. I’ve never heard it sound so sweet.
“Is there a reason you can’t ask me, Olivia?”
