Page 12 of Lorcan's Obsession

"Hold on," Lorcan interrupted politely, then turned to me. "Tristen, I highly recommend this drink."

"Very smooth, Maverick. But this is a challenge. We each have a role: you are the drinker; I am the observer."

"Tristen, this drink is an ambrosia you never knew existed. Once you taste it, you can’t live without it. You don't wanna miss this!"

"The only thing I'm missing right now is you drinking and emptying this bottle," I snickered.

"Fair enough. But surely you will get something? I don’t want you to get bored sitting here watching me guzzle a Macallan. This is going to take a while."

"Why? Are you stalling, Lorcan?” I bantered.

"Not at all. I simply intend to savor this taste to the very last drop."

Lorcan leaned forward, his unfairly handsome face a breath away from mine. His cologne filled my lungs, and I got another whiff of that exotic scent. Spice? Yes. Wood? Definitely. But there was another, fresher note I still hadn’t figured out.

"What's so special about that bottle, anyway?"

"This?" He proudly held it out. "She's not just a sophisticated beauty on the outside. Once you taste her, nothing else will ever compare. Rich aromas of sherry, woodsmoke, and clove. On your tongue, she melts with fudge, toffee, and vanilla with a hint of peppercorn. She's absolute perfection."

I rolled my eyes and tilted back my head in laughter as I gave him three slow, mocking claps.

"O.M.G. Lorcan. Should we go upstairs and fuck her? With that description, even I want her, and I don't swing that way."

Lorcan set the bottle on the table, his stormy-gray eyes locking with mine.

"I will take my time and savor every drop she gives. I will have her soon enough. All. Of. Her."

Wow. Maybe I was the one getting schooled tonight after all. But with a teacher like this, I would be the top student. I’d even go the extra mile and dress up in a tiny, checkered skirt, a tight blouse, and two ponytails.

5

HOLD MY LIQUOR

"You should order your drink," Lorcan said, the command clear in his voice.

The energy had shifted from light flirting to serious seduction. This man wanted to prove something tonight and he’d see it through, come hell or high water.

Signaling a nearby server, I ordered my favorite cocktail—the sidecar. Made from two parts cognac, one part orange liqueur, and a dash of lemon juice, it was sweet with just the right amount of bite. The perfect way to sum up how I wanted this night to go.

The black-clad server brought over the amber-colored drink and set down the coupe glass. Immediately, the vanilla and cinnamon sugar rim caught my eye. Honestly, that was nearly as delectable as the sidecar itself. I darted out the pink tip of my tongue to lap up the brown and white sugar granules.

Slowly, I made my way around the sugary loop, watching the man across the table, reveling in his attention. His polished dress shoes tapped constantly against the marble floor, and he crossed and uncrossed his legs.

"Mm-mm."

Lorcan cleared his throat. He was staring at me with barely masked desire, tucking his hands in his pockets. It was satisfying to see him squirm in his seat and imagine him rearranging a growing bulge in his pants.

"What? I like licking." I bit my bottom lip and dragged my teeth along the sugar coated on it. "I'll be done in a bit."

Once the rim was licked clean, I downed my drink like it was water. Lorcan’s silver eyes widened in disbelief.

"Y-you seem to love your drink," he rasped.

"I love my cocktails, all of them."

Before he could respond to my peak sexual innuendo, Dom arrived with a fresh drink for me. Yay for the cocktail, boo for the cockblock.

"No more sugar for you," Dom said, placing the glass on the table.

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