She vibrates with the kind of power that’s always been an aphrodisiac for me, and she doesn’t even seem to know it. Her bottom lip disappears under her teeth for a second, and when she releases it, she flashes me a little half-grin that does dangerous things to my willpower.
“And what else do you do, besides work on engines and hang out in strip clubs?”
I chuckle low. “You make that sound like a bad thing. I’m giving your family business, aren’t I?”
Her eyes darken as they lock on me. “Is that the only reason you’re here?”
There it is.
The question she should be asking, what she’s been wondering about since the moment she saw me the other night.
She doesn’t trust me.
Not even a little.
I slide on the stool, moving closer to her until my knee brushes against her thigh. The music thumps around us, and I lean in so she can hear me over it while also ensuring no one else walking by might. “I noticed you the other night, too.”
Her back stiffens. “Did you?”
Nodding, I slant even closer. “All these women you have on the poles, dripping with sex, making men tremble and fall to their knees for a single second of attention, but the only one who drew mine was you.”
“Really?”
The disbelief in her voice hangs in the air between us.
An unspoken challenge permeates her question.
I raise a brow. “Want me to prove it?”
She mirrors a raised brow in response, and I chuckle, moving in until my lips ghost over her ear.
“You were standing in the northwest corner of the club, watching everything and everyone, taking stock, sizing everyone up, including me.” Her breath hitches. “You were wearing a steel-gray T-shirt that showed off all of your beautiful skin and muscles that I imagine you earned doing something like martial arts. Probably Jiu-Jitsu, given the hold you put on me.” She stops breathing completely. “You had on a pair of dark jeans that clung to you like they were painted on, and all I could think about was tearing them off you.”
I pull back slightly to see her half-hooded eyes locked on me, her lips parted slightly, as if I stunned the breath right out of her.
A second passes.
Another.
Then she lets out a rush of air from her lungs and quickly looks away.
She clears her throat and takes a sip of her drink. “Point proven.”
I chuckle and down the rest of my beer, then slide off the stool and toss another twenty on the bar.
The bartender approaches and shakes his head. “I told you it’s on the house.”
I incline my head toward him. “That’s for you. See you next time.”
She rises off the stool beside the one I just vacated. “You’re leaving?”
“I have somewhere to be.”
The tiniest hint of disappointment crosses her face. “You didn’t even tell me your name.”
“You didn’t ask.”
An annoyed huff slips from her lips, and she crosses her arms over her chest again, as if she needs the protective barrier it creates. “Well, I’m asking now.”
