Page 4 of One Night Stand

He could have his share of women in this bar.

“I don’t do threesomes.” I lifted my brows in challenge.

“Ah, so you’ve heard about the other Thursday night special.” He chuckled, one side of his lips lifting with the movement. “I can work with that. You see, Curly, I’ve seen you here in my bar, by yourself, a few times now. And I’ve felt your stare. I think you want to go upstairs with me.”

There were so many things my mind wanted my mouth to spit out.

You know me.

How are your parents?

What has Brenna been up to?

I’m really damn proud of you and Rory.

YOU KNOW ME!

But I fought to keep those words back. Instead, I focused on his intense gaze and ignored my heart battling in my chest. “So what if I do?”

He winked and pushed away from the table before uncapping his water and taking a long, long drink from it. My eyes watched as his Adam’s apple bobbed with each gulp. When he put the bottle back down, it was more than half gone.

“Stay put and I’ll make your wildest dreams come true.” He recapped the bottle and walked back to the bar much in the same fashion he had when coming toward me.

Proud. Confident.

Cocky.

Damn, I couldn’t wait.

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