“Of course not. He was swerving to avoid an idiot who crossed without looking. He was devastated. I think when theNew York Timesdid an article about my doomed career, it set him spinning. He looked more upset than I did when I got the news.”
She rolls her eyes, annoyed, “Fucking vultures. They were so insensitive in that article.”
No shit.
“Ready to order, ladies?” the waiter interrupts, and of course, neither of us has opened our menu, focused on catching up, but Becks comes here often, so I’ll trust her to order something scrumptious.
“This is on you, babe. You know what I like.” I grin as I see her perk up with excitement.
Ms. Foodie loves to order for the table, and for years, I was limited by a strict healthy diet. It’s only recently I’ve been indulging more, and it’s never made her happier.
Behind Becks, near the bar, movement catches my eye.
Four insanely handsome men say goodbye to one another in a familiar way, hugging and patting each other’s backs. Two kiss goodbye.
And when I say men, I meanmen.
By the looks of it, they’re older than me and Becks and hold the presence of sophistication.
One of the taller ones stays back and sits at the bar, flagging down the waiter, who swiftly takes his order and soon after, puts down a glass of water and a scotch neat.
I’d guess he’s over six feet because he looks tall even while sitting there.
I try to look away, but my eyes drift back toward him. He lifts the drink to his lush lips, and my eyes trail down his lightly tanned neck to watch his Adam’s apple bob up and down as he gulps down the liquid.
When did swallowing become sexy?
Ever so slightly, his tongue peeks out, licking the bit dribbling out, causing my stomach to flutter. Why this stranger elicits such a response is beyond me.
There’s just something about him that I can’t put my finger on.
Perhaps it’s because he’s the most beautiful man I’ve ever laid eyes on, or maybe it’s because it has been a while.
The loud music pumping through the restaurant begins to drift away as I fall into a trance, staring at every inch of him.
He sits tall with broad, muscular shoulders that bulge through his light blue dress shirt, while his legs are spread wide, giving his already formidable appearance an extra dose of dominance.
As if he can hear my thoughts, he deliberately turns his head, pushing a rogue piece of honey-blonde swept hair away from his face, mesmerizing me with his square jaw and piercing blue eyesthat, even through the dark of the restaurant, blaze through the crowd.
Our eyes lock, and neither of us looks away, lingering longer than normal. He rolls his lips and takes a deep breath, flaring his nostrils as my heart pounds against my chest.
“Earth to Jules?”
My eyes widen and snap back to Becks. “Sorry.” I pick up and gulp down the rest of my drink, trying to regulate my breathing.
Holy fucking hell. What is wrong with me?
Even now, I’m trying to keep my gaze on Becks, not the Adonis across the way. He’s like a magnet I can’t pull away from. Commanding all my attention.
“You didn’t hear anything I ordered, did you?”
“Not a single one,” I admit, nervously running my hands through my hair and coming up short when it slips out the end of my newly shortened style.
Ah, that’s going to take some getting used to.
Becks narrows her eyes and slowly turns around, wondering who or what had my attention. “Don’t,” I snap. “Don’t make a scene, please.”
It will be blatantly obvious if she turns all the way around. I already feel embarrassed enough that he caught me staring.
