Page 5 of That First Night
I scan the room while waiting for my drink and realize I don’t know anyone in this room, or who that man is. He is dressed in the sharpest navy-blue suit, and I can tell from afar that he’s built like he lives at the gym. You know the saying,that guy doesn’t skip leg day—well, this guy doesn’t skipanygym day. He could squish me like a damn bug if given the chance.
Yes, he could destroy me.
And don’t get me started on those eyes. Dammit those eyes. Even from across the room, I could tell they are a deep blue. I was able to get a good look when he was staring straight through me. His mouth slightly parted as if he was shocked to see me.
I wonder if he thinks I’m someone else.
Someone he knows.
The way he was staring at me was burning through me, right to my core. I felt a fire in my belly that I can’t even explain.
Is it a fire? Or is it nerves from his stare?
I can’t do this tonight. I am not ready to meet someone or have anyone stare at me the way he was looking at me. Which is why I found myself hightailing it right to the bar to order my signature drink, a tequila and lime.
“Thank you,” I say, as the bartender slides my drink to me before moving to the next person.
“Whiskey neat, please.” I hear a deep voice to my right.
I turn my head to see the face behind that deep voice. I’m forced to do a double take when I’m met with those deep blue eyes again.
The corners of his lips turn up as he meets my stare. I can feel the heat rise to my cheeks and I find myself tucking a strand of hair behind my ear before moving my gaze back to my drink and preparing to walk away.
What I’m not prepared for, is his large muscular hand to grip my wrist in the most delicate manner causing this weird energy to shoot through me. It feels like a goddamn electric shock is jolting through every part of my body, and now my stomach is rumbling with nervous butterflies.
I stand still as I look down at my wrist and then slowly drag my gaze from his hand up his body to meet those gorgeous eyes again.
“Don’t go yet,” the deep voice pleads.
“E-excuse me?” I stutter.
“I’m sorry.” He lets out a small laugh. “My name is Thomas, and I would love to buy you a drink.”
“Y-you want to buy me a drink?” I ask as my eyes search the surroundings, as if I am looking for someone to save me from this adonis standing in front of me.
Where the fuck is Kali?
He lets out another small laugh and casually sits down on the bar stool, nodding at the stool next to him, gesturing that I should have a seat.
I take the seat that he offered next to him, and when I do, the scent of him takes over every inch of me. He smells fresh, like soap and aftershave. I love when a man smells as crisp as he does right now. Men don’t need to smell like the forest and pine needles to turn me on. This scent on him, it fits him.
“I saw you when you first came in tonight,” he says with a smirk.
There's the answer to my question from a few minutes ago. I’m not someone he thinks he knows, and I am not someone he expected to be here. His stare from earlier was meant for me, which makes me even more nervous to sit next to him.
For the first time since I saw him, I allow myself to really get a good look at the man. He is incredibly handsome, tall with dark brown hair that is styled with a sophisticated, but sexy comb over. He has a sharp jawline that looks strong, like he could eat me alive. And that navy-blue suit, don’t even get me started. It’s painted on him and tailored exactly for his body. It’s basically suit porn if I have ever seen it.
The height difference between us is what romance books are made of. You know, where the girl has to lift her head up to look at him and when he hugs her, her face is squished into his strong chest. This man looks like he stepped out of one of my romance books. Which causes me to think about what his body would feel like on top of me.
Fuck, it’s been too long since I’ve thought about a guy like that.
“I could let you buy me a drink,” I say with a small smirk and just a touch of confidence. “But you know this is an open bar, right?”
He tips his head back in a full body laugh and my cheeks heat up once again.
“I need to work on my pick-up lines then, huh?” he says through his laugh.
That line causes me to let out the smallest chuckle with him.
