Page 4 of Seduction in Spades

She doesn’t look at me and rests her elbows on the shiny mahogany, leaning over to check out the bottles behind the bartender. “What do you suggest?”

I’m slightly insulted that she doesn’t ask me for my opinion, not that I’m a tequila connoisseur. I’m more of a beer man, but I’ve been on a date or two here. The ladies seem to like the ambiance of the place.

“Are you looking for a sipping tequila? Smooth? One that doesn’t give you a hangover?”

“Um. Yes.”

Hell. Her smile is so damn infectious. I can’t help my chuckle. She ignores me, keeping her focus on our bartender.

He smiles flirtatiously at my date—if I can call her that, considering I still don’t know her name. “Many say Blanco tequila doesn’t give them a hangover. If you’re planning on going hard and heavy tonight, it’s a good choice.”

I don’t care for the way his voice deepened when he saidhard and heavy.If she is gettinghard and heavy,it will be with me and not him.

I narrow my eyes at the man and rest my arm on the back of green eyes’ chair. The moment it registers that I’m the one most likely paying and tipping for our drinks, he straightens and drops his flirtatious smile.

“We have an excellent selection of Blanco, Reposado, Anejo—”

Green eyes holds up her hand. “Whoa. Easy now. You’re speaking a different language. I’m familiar with Jose Cuervo that I put in my frozen strawberry margarita.” She spins on her seat and pats the back of my hand like I’m her pal. “I’m gonna let you do the ordering for us. See if you can wow me with your tequila selection as much as you wowed me on the dance floor.”

Great. No pressure. I haven’t even seen her drink of choice yet. If I kiss her, I might be able to pick up on what she had to drink earlier. A seltzer? Wine? A fruity drink? Since she mentioned the frozen strawberry margarita, I’m going to wager she has a sweet tooth.

We have another stare down trying to read each other’s thoughts. It’s been a game of foreplay all night. At least, it has been for me. My dick hasn’t softened since I laid eyes on her. I lick my lips, imagining how he tastes.

“The lady and I will have the Casa Del Sol and your dark chocolate tray,” I order without looking at the bartender.

When he moves away to pour our drinks, green eyes rests an elbow on the bar and grins at me. “That was smooth and kind of sexy.”

I blink in confusion. “Ordering for you?”

“No. What you ordered.”

“I thought you didn’t know your tequilas.”

“I haven’t a clue what Casa of my Soul is, but you had me at a tray of dark chocolate.”

“Casa Del Sol.” I laugh. “I’m glad you approve of the chocolate. From what I’ve read, it pairs well with the tequila.”

“You read a lot about spirits, do you?”

“Just ghosts and goblins.”

She lets out a snort that is somehow attractive and endearing. The bartender sets our drinks down, followed by a plate of chocolate. He smartly walks away and leaves us alone.

“Want to make a trade?” She traps her bottom lip between her teeth as if I needed the distraction. Hell. I’ll agree to anything she requests.

“Of what?”

“You give me your share of the chocolate and I give you my drink?”

Shit. I should have asked if she even likes tequila. “We can go somewhere else. Would you prefer the wine bar?” I reach for my wallet, but she shakes her head.

“Oh. I’m game. It’s just... these truffles look like they could make a girl orgasm with just one bite.”

I rub my hand across my mouth to contain my moan. She’s so engrossed with the chocolate in front of her I don’t even think she realizes what she said. I try to discreetly adjust my erection.

She lifts her gaze to me and scrunches her nose. “Oh. Sorry. I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable.”

“Sweetheart, I’ve been uncomfortable since you pulled me out on that dance floor.”

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