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He grinned. "I lost a bet. I'll have to decide if I want to grow the hair again. What do you think?"
I reached a hand to run down his jawline. How strong was that bourbon? "I'm not sure." His eyes met mine, heat pooling between us. I snatched my hand back. "Sorry."
"Don't be." His voice was low, and it sent shivers down my spine.
What was going on here? Was it the alcohol? Because this guy was doing things to me that my previous boyfriends hadn’t, and we’d barely touched. This must be the chemistry I'd heard about. Heard about, read about, but missed previously, and damn.
"I'm going to make a suggestion." His voice was low, still giving me goose bumps. I hoped his suggestion involved us together.
"Okay." Was that my voice, all breathy?
“First, how much have you had to drink?”
“Over four hours, two glasses of wine and some of that bourbon.” I touched my nose with my finger. “I’m not drunk. I know what I’m doing.”
He touched his own nose. “I’ve only had the bourbon. I just flew in today, and my hotel is around the corner. We could avoid our problems together. Naked."
My nipples pebbled and my thighs clenched while my mind filled with images of the two of us, naked in bed. I cast another glance at the bourbon glass. Could it be the reason I was acting totally out of character?
Right now I just didn’t have the willpower to be the responsible one. Because I was going to say yes. Whatever this chemistry was between the two of us? I wanted it. For one night, I’d shove my responsibilities aside.
I wasn't completely reckless. I made sure the locate my phone that I shared with my brother was on. His was off, but just in case someone had to look for me tomorrow, this would give them a starting point. I thought of asking the guy for his name, but decided why bother? I wasn’t going to see him again.
He threw some money down on the bar then held up my coat for me. As we began to weave our way out of the bar, I asked, "Do you not have a coat? A winter coat?"
He shrugged. "We're not going far."
That clinched it. He was a grown man, and not my problem. Tonight could be about me. He could freeze, grow out his hair, do whatever and it didn’t matter. As long as he gave me an orgasm or two.
“Lead the way.”
Chapter 5
Time's a wasting
Alek
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Maybe Toronto wouldn't be so bad. At least some parts of it.
I studied the woman riding up the elevator with me in the mirrored glass interior. The air between us simmered, but her gaze was flitting from the number display to the floor to my face. When she met my eyes, her cheeks flushed and she looked down.
"You can change your mind." I had no interest in an unwilling partner.
That brought her attention back to me. Her breathing quickened as she stared at me. "No. I want this."
“You’re not drunk, are you?”
“I already answered that. I’m feeling that bourbon, but I know what I’m doing.”
Thank fuck. Toronto was going to suck, no doubt about it. There were too many problems, too much history messing up my life. But tonight I had this woman, and enough chemistry to set the hotel on fire.
She was pretty, kind of sweet-looking which wasn't usually my thing. Her brown hair was cut in a bob, her clothing nice but not revealing. I'd been surprised to find her nursing a bourbon. She was a white wine girl if I'd ever seen one.
But something in those blue eyes had reached out to me. Something a little less good-girl than the rest of her. I'd have given fifty-fifty odds on whether she'd accept my invitation. But here we were.
The elevator doors slid apart and I led her to my room. I opened the door and flicked on the lights.
