Then another gentleman, who I didn’t notice had sat down next to me at some point—or maybe he was here before me?—says, “She already has a drink, and if you haven’t noticed from the Saint Laurent purse and matching heels, she’s capable of buying her own drink.” He raises a finger to the bartender, and when he approaches, he says, “Whiskey, neat.”
The asshat standing between us huffs and walks away, giving me a perfect view of the gentleman who just saved me. I suck at guessing ages, but with his messy brown hair, stubbled jaw, and the slight crinkles around his eyes, he looks to be around my age—late twenties. But the way he carries himself in his Tom Ford suit—with his shoulders tense and his back straight, his eyes alert and darting around the bar—it’s as if life has aged him several years.
“I’m Brielle,” I find myself saying. “And this is my friend Nicole.”
I never make the first move, but this guy has me intrigued. And I am here in hope of meeting a man and having sex with him so I can find out if I am in fact the problem.
“Kane,” he says, lifting his drink from the bar top and taking a sip.
My gaze goes to his throat and the way his Adam’s apple bobs as he swallows while I wait for him to elaborate. When he doesn’t, Iglance at Nicole, and she quirks a brow, obviously equally intrigued by him.
“Do you live in Harbor Point?” I ask, making conversation.
The city is small, and since it’s split between North Harbor Point, where the upper class reside, and South Harbor Point, where the middle and lower class live, I’m surprised I haven’t seen him around before.
“I do now,” he says cryptically.
Another sip.
No elaboration.
I’m about to give up—because I don’t beg for any man’s attention—when he turns toward me and says, “Because I think you’re the kind of woman who’ll appreciate it, I’m going to get straight to the point. I have a room upstairs. Nothing fancy. Just a place to sleep while I wait for my stuff to arrive. Bed is comfortable, and I promise to make you come at least twice before you sneak out … three times if you spend the night.”
I’m so taken aback by his comment that I snort out a laugh, and the drink I was nursing splashes over my glass and all over my hand.
“Excuse me?” I scoff, unsure if I should be turned on or offended. I’m slightly mortified that I’m leaning toward the former more than the latter.
“Don’t play games.” His eyes, the same color as the whiskey he’s drinking, meet mine. “I heard you tell your friend that asshole you were dating was incapable of making you come …”
“And don’t forget about the guy who was allergic to pussy,” Nicole adds with a smile at the same time I hiss, “Are you stalking me?”
“Did you not just hear where I’m staying?” Kane says dryly. “I came to the bar to grab a drink, and it wasn’t difficult to hear you telling her about your lacking sex life.”
Oh, right. He’s staying at the country club.
I glance at him just in time to see his tongue slide across his pouty lips, wetting them. I consider playing hard to get, but thisguy is offering to make me come twice—yes, I heard the part about three times, but I’m not spending the night. If he can make me come once, it will be more than what Theo could do during the months that we were together.
“And I can assure you that I’m not allergic to pussy.” He stands and extends his hand for me to take. “You coming?”
“I sure as hell hope so.”
“Are you sure about this?”Nicole asks.
After Kane propositioned me, she dragged me to the restroom to make sure this was really what I wanted to do.
“Yeah, I need to do this. To know if it’s me … if I’m the problem.”
She grins. “Look at you, quoting T. Swift.”
She starts to sing the song, and I roll my eyes. The woman is a professional Swiftie.
“Okay, go,” she says once she’s done. “Go see if you’re the problem. But make sure you text me his room number in case I need the police to find you and call me afterward so I know you’re alive.”
“Will do.” I pull my keys out of my purse, but she shakes her head.
“I’m good. I’m going to have another drink and then take an Uber home.”
After we freshen up, I give her a hug, and then Kane and I head up to his room.
