Page 11 of Lorcan's Obsession

The mystery of his name was solved, but there was so much more about this man that I'd love to decode.

"Dom, give him whatever drink he wants."

"I'll take my favorite,” Lorcan ordered. “The Macallan 50. Neat."

"We sell that by the bottle," Dom began, "and it's—"

"I can manage. I’ll finish the entire bottle."

"Damn.” I scoffed. “Do you always jump to drink whiskey by the bottle? What if you don't finish it?"

"Then I'll pay for every person's drink in the entire bar tonight."

The guy sitting next to Lorcan leaned toward me with a conspiratorial whisper. "You gotta take one for the team, sis."

Gladly. That was a hell of a good deal. There was no way I'd deny the masses a free beverage from an arrogant ass.

"Add in a generous tip for the servers tonight, and we have a deal."

I stretched out my hand, ready to shake on it. Lorcan spread out his palm too, but he paused, cocking his head at me. His gaze was so long, so intense, so scrutinizing, that heat began to crawl up my cheeks. For the first time, I wondered if he was the hunter tonight and not me.

"I agree,” he said at last, “on one condition."

"Name it."

Demand my pussy as collateral. I dare you.

"If I finish the bottle, you'll help me move into my new apartment tomorrow."

Okay. That was surprising. Very surprising. But he could never finish an entire bottle of whiskey in one sitting.

"Done."

Dom arrived with the Macallan whiskey and placed it on the counter. As soon as he turned to get two glasses, Lorcan grabbed the bottle by the neck and gave me his free hand.

"Let's move to a more comfortable spot." He looked me up and down, smirking. "I think you'll need it."

"Why?"

"Well, you have to keep me company until I finish it. How else will you confirm that I didn’t cheat?"

Shit. He'd been two steps ahead the entire time, and I was playing catch up.

“Sir, I can assign a server to hold the bottle and attend to you for the evening,” Dom offered.

Lorcan gripped the neck of the bottle tighter. "I prefer to handle her myself. I want to relish everything she offers before tasting her on my tongue and down my throat."

Butter my biscuit! Was he talking about the whiskey, or me, or both? Butterflies broke out in my stomach as Lorcan clasped my hand. If he was thinking about tasting me, then we were already on the same wavelength. That would make my mission way fucking easier.

We settled down in a private booth with two mauve suede armchairs and a round cherry-stained table. Dim lighting and fragrant scents cranked the ambience from cozy to downright sensual. A lesser woman might succumb to the lustful energies in the first hour. But I would stay alert long enough to learn more about this Lorcan. His game had been unusual, and I needed to match it. If he was playing charmer, I would play seductress.

He pulled out the chair for me. "After you, beautiful."

I popped my ass as I lowered myself to the seat. This tight little dress was meant to show him exactly what he was looking for. He nudged my chair in, then walked to the other side. Unbuttoning his jacket, Lorcan smoothly sat down, never once taking his eyes off my body. His eyes gleamed with excitement. I stared right back, eyeing him from head to toe like he was a piece of hard candy I'd crush with my back teeth.

The server beside our table cleared his throat and placed two Glencairn glasses in front of us.

"We'll only need one glass, thank you," I remarked.

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