I can’t stop staring at him.
He’s alone, sipping draft beer, and he’s got this aura about him. It’s confidence, not arrogance. He looks very comfortable with himself and charming too.
From what I’ve heard, charming men can be dangerous. He could be perfect for what I’ve got in mind.
A one-night stand, no strings attached experience that will make me forget all about Ben.
Then, as if he can feel my eyes on him, he looks right at me, and I swear my heart stops beating.
For a moment, we just stare at each other.
My lips part as I try to hide my heavy breathing.
His mouth curls into a small smirk.
It makes me giddy, and a smile breaks out on my face, accompanied by another blush.
That blush earns me the other three-quarters of that smirk.
“Jesus. You have to go over there,” she says.
“Should I?” I ask, suddenly feeling unsure. “Shouldn’t I wait for him? I mean, if he’s interested, he’ll come over here, right?”
“Charlotte. The entire point is that you make the first move. Waiting for him would be fateful, but not spontaneous.”
“I don’t believe in fate,” I murmur as the stranger and I play footsie with our eyes.
“Exactly. So go talk to him.”
Right.
“Right,” I nod.
I stand up, straighten my sweater dress, grab the shot of tequila, toss it down the back of my throat, and wince.
Then, with my better judgement and reasoning subdued by alcohol, I take a deep breath and say something I’ve never said in my life.
“Here goes nothing.”
Chapter 2
Gavin
The cantina smellslike fruity spirits and freshly diced salsa.
I bypass the host stand and make my way to the bar. Most of the people sitting here tonight are regulars, and they all know I've got dibs on the end seat.
I always sit on the end, near the wall, not to avoid people or go unseen.
That’s actually the exact opposite of my intentions.
The end seat has the best vantage point, and the Mile High City has the most attractive women.
The bartender sets a beer in front of me before I even sit down.
“How did you know I wasn’t in an old-fashioned mood?” I ask.
“It’s the look in your eyes. You’re looking for fun. Whiskey dulls the senses,” he says over the music and the crowd.
