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"Nice crowd," Erin says, her gaze darting around the room before she turns back to me. She pops another cheese fry into her mouth. "Any hotties tonight?"
"The guy in the back." I shift my gaze in his direction, subtly pointing him out to her.
He's in the very back corner of the bar, sitting in a dark booth by himself, nursing a beer. He's been there all night, staring at me. I haven't been able to get a good look at him, but what I have seen? Damn. With dark hair, deep golden skin, and a day's worth of scruff on his face, he's gorgeous. Bold tattoos peek from beneath the arms of the simple black tee he's wearing. He's big, powerful, his jeans and tee stretching over the muscles they encase. If anyone in the bar fits the hottie bill, it's him.
"Damn," Erin says, licking her lips.
"He's been staring at me all night," I grumble, not sure if I'm more irritated or turned on. And that's a mystery in and of itself. Since when did complete strangers make heat pool low in my stomach? Apparently since Tall, Dark and Brooding walked into the bar and parked his fine ass in the corner.
"Of course he has." Erin rolls her eyes. "You look fucking hot."
"Thanks." My jet black hair is up in an intricate braid, and I'm wearing just enough makeup to make my green eyes pop, but my dress is shorter and tighter than I usually wear. I love the way the slinky material feels against my skin. The top is a halter with the bottom barely reaching mid-thigh. The dark purple color seems to shimmer under the lights of the stage. I love the way it looks.
"Hey." Erin grabs Mitch by the hand as he starts to pass by.
"What's up, doll?" he asks, winking at her. Mitch is an incurable flirt. He's also old enough to be her father, but that's never stopped him. In the year I've known him, he's never lacked for female companionship either, so clearly the whole charming rogue thing is working for him.
"The guy in the back. Who is he?"
Mitch turns to look over his shoulder, his light eyes narrowing on the mystery man. "Don't know. Why?" He turns those eyes on me, crossing his arms over his muscular chest. "Is he bothering you?"
"No," I wave him off before he can get all protective. Staring isn't a crime. I don't want the guy tossed out because he's a little too focused on me. "He's fine."
"Promise." I shoot Mitch a grin before my gaze darts back to the guy.
He's watching me again, and our eyes meet. He doesn't look away, instead boldly holding my gaze.
Screw it. Two can plan this game.
Crossing my arms over my chest, I tip my chin up and narrow my eyes, glaring at him. The corners of his lips lift in a subtle smirk, almost like he knows I'm silently calling him out and is challenging me. I arch a brow, ignoring the little thrill that zings through me at the gleam in his eyes.
God, those eyes.
They're penetrating, captivating. I've never seen such dark gray eyes before, and it's hot.
He is hot, scorching.
The way he watches me with that cocky smirk on his face is dominating. He's in charge, and he knows it. I think my body does too. Heat races through me, my nipples hardening. A bead of sweat rolls down the back of my neck as I clench and unclench my fingers. I'm dying to shift around beneath the weight of his gaze to relieve the ache between my thighs.
The tip of his tongue peeks out from between his lips, and he narrows his eyes at me. He's no longer challenging me to look away first, he's demanding it. Every line of his body screams that command. Heat rolls over me in a wave. Every inch of me burns white hot at the way he's focusing on me, drawing me in…silently demanding I submit.
I drop my gaze to the table, my heart racing.
What the hell?
I take a deep breath and then another. My face is burning hot, probably flushed bright red. When I finally gather the nerve to peek up at him again, it's to see him striding toward the doors, his jeans hugging that fine ass just right. My attention stays glued to him until the door swings closed behind him.
He doesn't look back.
"The hell was that?" Erin asks, tossing a coaster at me.
I startle when it lands against my chest, and then blush.
"That was him offering to strip her naked and fuck her on the table," Mitch says.
My blush deepens.
"Think she would have let him?" Erin teases, grinning at me.
"Fuck yeah, she would have." Mitch throws his head back and laughs loudly when I groan.
"I hate both of you," I mutter, rolling my eyes. Though secretly…I think they're probably right.