Page 10 of One Taste
It doesn’t appear that anyone here is interested in anything other than their own party. No one is here waiting to see who will come out next or who they can catch with whom.Thank fuck!I can sit at the bar, grab a scotch, and regroup. I’m not going home to sit pissed off and drink alone this early.
I walk toward the modern wood bar, a wall of liquor bottles on display behind it, and take a seat on a high-top chair between a man and woman.
“What can I get you?” a soft female voice asks.
Looking up, I notice a young woman, maybe in her midtwenties, staring at me with curiosity. She reminds me of a forty’s pinup girl.Tattoo sleeves cover her arms, and she has that big curl in her hair just above her eye on one side.
I nod toward the bar wall. “A Macallan neat.”
“Coming right up,” she answers and walks toward the back wall.
I watch impatiently as she heads toward the guy making a drink at the end of the bar and says something looking back over at the wall. A moment later he walks down and grabs the bottle of Macallan off the top shelf and hands it to her.
A voice that has to be made of gold weaves through my ears, causing goose bumps to pebble over my arms. “Rough night?”
I turn to my right and am shocked for a moment. The longest, fullest, chestnut-colored waves frame an almost perfectpear-shaped face. Tracing her features, I find dark brown eyes, matching her hair color almost perfectly, that glitter with mischief. The perfect shade of cock-sucking red covers her plump lips, making my dick twitch in astonishment.
“Are you all right?” she asks.
I mumble, still stunned by her beauty. “I’m fine.”
Get your shit together, Sebastian,I scold myself, forcing my dick to simmer down until I at least learn the name of the angel sitting next to me.
“You don’t sound fine,” she counters. “And by the sound of the drink youordered, you’re either having a terrible night and need a good scotch or—” She pauses, cocking a brow. “—you’re a pretentious jerk who likes to show off in hotel bars.”
My dick twitches again.
Fuck, she has a smart mouth.
I regain the control I lost a few moments ago and run my tongue over my lips. “It’s not showing off. It’s worth every penny. If I had to guess, I’d say you’ve never had a sip.”
So much for no women.
She’s grinning now, and I can’t tell if it’s because she’s buzzed or if she’s into me.
“I’ve tried it.” Her eyes are the smallest bit glossed over, and it confirms she’s tipsy for sure. “I didn’t like it,” she admits, making a “yuck” face. “To each his own, though.”
“One Macallan neat,” the bartender chirps, placing the glass in front of me on the bar.
I thank her and take a sip. Turning back to the woman next to me, I study her for a few more moments.
Beautiful isn’t the word I’d use to describe her. She’sstunning.I let my gaze travel from her face down to her tits, and Jesus Christ, they’re everything I love—perky, round, and large enough to fuck. Best of all, they’re squeezed into a royal blue dress shirt with the top three buttons undone. Ablack lace bra plays peek-a-boo.Continuing my perusal of her body, I find a form-fitting pencil skirt hugging what looks like luscious hips. I’d love to grab onto those curves while she screams my name. Long, toned legs peek out from under the sexy skirt, leading down to at least four-inch, red, fuck-me high heels.
Those would feel great digging into my ass while she screams my name.
There goes my dick again.
I need to get my shit together. I came here for a drink or two and that’s it.
“You’re awful quiet for a guy who likes to show off and order one of the most expensive drinks in the bar,” she teases again.
Of course, on the night I’m trying my hardest not to get laid, I find a woman with amazing sex appeal who is playful to boot.
I’d like to see just how playful sheis.
It feels like I have an angel sitting on one shoulder and the devil on the other.
“I’m having a bad night.” I sigh.
