Page 6 of Power Play

“Thank you, Sawyer,” he says with an even larger smile. “Haven’t seen you around here much before. Are you new?”

I stare at him, confused as to how he could know my name when I’ve never met the man, or any of the guys at the table. He must read my expression as he thankfully puts me out of my misery. “Serena told us your name. She said you were making a drink real quick but would be over to serve us when you were done.”

That bitch. I inwardly wince, knowing I can’t let it show on my face. She set me up. I look behind me, where, no surprise, Molly and Serena are standing at the bar together, watching me with a smile that matches this guy’s.

“I’m usually behind the bar,” I tell him truthfully, too annoyed to worry about what I should or shouldn’t say. “My lovely friend put me up to this.” I jab my thumb towards Serena.

“Nice to meet you, Sawyer. I’m Trevor. This is Miles, Harris, and Cade,” he says, pointing to the guys on the other side of the booth. “And this here is my buddy, Rex. he’s a little rough on the outside, but don’t worry, it matches perfectly with his personality.” With a point towards Rex, he gives a small wink, obviously enjoying riling his friend up.

With that, his friend looks up from his scotch to glare at him and flip him off, before turning to actually look at me with a weird combination of pure annoyance, covering up a hint of hunger threatening to overtake his eyes.

It’s almost frightening. It’s like all the light in this entire club is being sucked into the black hole of his eyes. It’s electric.

Seeing him up close, he’s even more handsome than before, in a more rugged way. His hands on the table are rough, he obviously doesn’t get monthly manicures. It looks like he’s spent his life using them for something other than just a desk job. I hate that I had that thought, wondering what his hands would feel like sliding over my body.

Even more though, I hate that I like it.

Shaking the thought away, I do my best to look elsewhere, but his face stops me. Yeah, his body might be built like he spends every waking moment working out in the gym. Or that he could use me to do bicep curls and... other things, but his face is strikingly attractive.

This man has the brightest blue eyes I’ve ever seen, they’re almost navy. Where most people’s eyes reflect the light, his almost suck it into complete darkness. His face is full of sharp lines and hard features, and although his expression is uninviting, I would still take that face for a ride.

As I pass him his drink, he continues to stare at me, muttering a quiet grunt that I can only assume was meant to be a thank you.

“What’s different about tonight if you’re usually behind the bar?” Trevor asks, ignoring his brooding friend, who’s now turned his glare on him.

“It’s not a what, it’s a who. It would be the lovely Serena.”

“Ooh, the hot one?” their friend Harris pipes in with a grin.

“That would be her.” I chuckle. “She’s been trying to get me to come join her on this side of the bar. Apparently, she decided to take matters into her own hands. So, I guess you’re stuck with me tonight.” I laugh, trying to lighten the situation.

I can feel Rex’s eyes on me, burning their way through my skin.

Trevor is the friendly one, the one I wish was looking at me like that. It would make this whole situation a lot easier. But no, it’s the brooding, grumpy one—the one who looks like half of him wants to yell at me while the other half wants to throw me down on this table and devour me while the whole club watches.

It’s confusing as fuck.

Turning towards him, I watch his eyes drift down from my face, slowly taking in my body as he goes. The feel of his eyes on me is almost enough to set me on fire right here. It takes everything in me to look back towards Trevor as he begins to talk, though his eyes are also on Rex, watching him take me in.

“Seems like we are the lucky ones. Besides, we’re nice enough, right gentleman?”

The one named Harris chuckles a bit at his statement, not confirming or denying.

“Don’t lie to the lady. Not a single one of you fools are a gentleman,” Rex grumbles.

“Well, what about you?” I ask, staring directly at Rex.

“What about me?” he asks, looking confused, while Trevor grins.

I feel like his face should hurt at the end of the day from smiling so much. It can’t be good for his health to be that happy.

“Are you a gentleman?”

My comment must surprise him almost as much as it does me. Apparently, I’m slightly willing to play the part tonight, even if it’s just to fuck around with the grumpy jerk.

I’m not a huge fan of everyone’s attention on me, but I guess one night can’t hurt. Besides, there’s pretty much no chance I’ll see these guys again.

It may be terrifying and way out of my comfort zone, but it’s nice to be able to pretend tonight. A part of me secretly loves being able to shock a man this damn hot. I glance at Trevor and the other guys as they watch Rex, waiting on his reaction.

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