“Poor little Casanova,” I chuckle, still drying my eyes and trying to recover. “You shouldn't be so gorgeous.”
I freeze, surprised by my own audacity, and glance at my drink again, seriously wondering if it's been spiked.
Who am I tonight? This isn't me.
“You think I'm gorgeous?” he asks, smiling as he sits beside me.
“You know you are,” I reply sarcastically. “Just… maybe skip the lipstick next time. It's not your shade.” I lean forward, clutching the table, shaking with mirth.
“Ugh!” He drops his head into his hands. “Very funny!” he grumbles, tossing the napkin down. “I need to clean up.” He jumps to his feet and heads down the stairs.
I continue laughing, my eyes following his perfect butt as he stalks away.
I'm not into players anyway.
I sigh, leaning back and taking another sip of my drink.
