Page 75 of Zeus' Spark
“Welcome to the Alluring Torch. Please go have a seat at the bar for your free drink while we get rooms ready for you. Two rooms, yes?” He grins, and I nod.
Something about the name niggles at the back of my mind, but it’s gone in the next second.
“We don’t have a reservation,” I confess.
“No need for a reservation. We have plenty of rooms available.” He leads us into the cool air-conditioned lobby and through a door with a dimly lit bar.
The bar is lined with bottles in front of a mirrored wall, and pink lights shine on each of the bottles. The bar itself is dark wood, and the seats of the barstools are a light fuchsia.
The woman behind the bar smiles at us before turning to make some drinks. I have no idea what she’s fixing, but she must have a clue.
The thought that she knows what we might want is super weird.
“We have a signature drink here, honey,” the bartender says over her shoulder with a wink.
Did she just read my mind? No. That’s not possible, right?
“Have a seat at the bar and take a load off. We will get your rooms all set for you,” the man who helped me from the car says as he leads us to the barstools.
“Thank you.” I smile at him as he pulls my stool out for me.
Jayden’s fingers trail over my lower back as he takes the stool next to mine.
The man takes note of this with a smirk before walking out of the bar.
“Here you go.” The bartender puts bright-pink glasses in front of us. “Drink up! This will help you all relax.”
She’s a little too happy about these drinks, but I shake it off because they do look good. As a former bartender, I always enjoy trying a new drink to see if I can tell what’s in it.
“Thank you,” I reply with a nod of gratitude before taking a sip.
The fruity taste bursts across my taste buds, making me moan in approval.
It doesn’t even taste like alcohol. Impressive.
I drink more, knowing it’s probably a bad idea, but I can’t seem to care. It’s so good.
Jayden’s arm snakes around my waist, and I lean into him as I finish my drink.
“Mmmm, this is so good,” I groan as his finger trails back and forth over my side where my shirt rides up above my jeans.
I frown, trying to remember why this is strange. My first instinct is to push him away, but why is that? His touch feels so good.
I take another sip of my drink and just revel in the feel of his hand on me. It burns against my overheated skin.
I don’t know if I’m thinking about the drink or Jayden’s touch.
In the back of my mind, I know something is very wrong, but between the drink and my exhaustion and Jayden’s touch, I can’t seem to care.
“You feel good,” Jayden groans as he pulls me closer.
I pick up my glass to take another drink, but it’s gone.
I don’t even remember finishing it. Weird.
I peer over at Jayden’s glass. Will he notice if I snag his drink and finish it?
Shit. His is gone too. How did we drink those so fast?
