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“Well,” the bartender set the drink on the bar with a flourish, “I hope you think it tastes as good as it looks or I’m going to feel horrible.”
Kay set the menu down and looked at the drink, enjoying the presentation. “I love the lotus root in there.”
The bartender beamed at her. “Good, it’s a neat touch that they added to the drink.”
She lifted the glass to her lips and took a sip of the cocktail.
It crossed her tongue like a kiss, and she barely held back the moan that rose up in her throat. Swallowing the sip, she looked at the drink again. “It’s amazing. I’m glad I picked that. I’ve never had anything like it.”
The bartender gave her a vague salute with his hand. “I hope it’s the first of many new experiences for you tonight.” He looked between the two of them and gave her a wink. “Let me know if you need anything else.” Gibson pulled his wallet from his pants pocket, but the bartender waved him off. “My pleasure after what you had to go through, Miss. Have a great night.”
Gibson watched her take another sip and sighed. He really wanted to buy her the drink.
Why? Well, fuck if he knew.
Actually, he did.
Kay was a doctor. A woman with MD after her name. There wasn’t much a guy like him could offer a woman like her.
A drink was something he could do for her.
That was probably the end of the list.
Added to the difference in their jobs and their education was the fact that she thought he was about five years older than he actually was.
“Thanks, Gibson.” She turned her head and gave him a little side-eyed smile. “Or should I call you Braun tonight?” Kay lifted her glass up to her lips to take another drink but stopped just shy of the sip. "You look really great in that suit."
He felt his blood pulse through his veins like a freight train.
Her voice had deepened a little. Made her sound a little… breathy.
It was damn sexy.
He knew she was waiting for an answer, but he didn’t have anything witty to say. He just had to go with the truth. “You can call me whatever you want.”
There was a look that flared in her eyes, and he’d pay his last dollar to know what was going on in her head.
“But you don’t have to thank me,” he explained and wanted to kick himself for saying it, “I didn’t even get to buy you the drink.”
“But you saved me.” She turned toward him and leaned her elbow on the bar. “If you hadn’t let me, come over here to see you, I would have been stuck between Doctors Smith and Jones, and I might have perished from boredom alone.”
He wasn’t sure how much truth there was in that. Not that she was lying to him, but he hoped that her experience hadn't been that bad. If it was, it would be a total shame. “Well, I don’t have my turnout gear, but I’m happy to help however I can. I still can't believe that we're both here.”
Her smile softened and she took another delicate sip of the drink. "Together," she smiled, "in the same place."
Gibson couldn’t stop himself from watching her. The cool red of her lips against the glass was enough to take his breath away. The soft hum of a moan that he heard come from her throat made him hard.
Fuck.
When she finished her sip, she lifted the glass toward him. “Want a sip?”
What a loaded question that was. He stood up, moving away from the bar, and took the stem of the glass between his fingers. He kept his eyes on her as he lifted the glass to his lips. Seeing the faint print of her lips on the opposite side of the glass, he wished he’d turned it around before taking the drink.
How many chances would he get to put his lips on hers even if it was just a sip from her glass?
After the break in at her house and her reaction to it, he didn't think he'd get much of a chance to see her again.
He hadn't decided to walk away, but when a woman tells you to back up, you do it.
