“Now that’s what I’m talking about!” Louisa shouted.
Trying to feign interest, I shrugged. “He’s okay, I suppose…if you like that sort of thing.”
Louisa’s eyes widened. “Oh girl, come on! You have to admit that he’s hot.”
Smiling, I stuck the straw in my mouth and winked at her. “Maybe just a little.”
Slapping my arm, she chuckled. “That’s my girl. Now, let’s go order more Margaritas. He’s at the bar now, so now’s our opportunity. Come on. Drink up!”
Feeling flustered, I drank as quickly as I could. “Bloody hell, Louisa. At this rate, I’m going to get pissed before I’ve even started.”
Pulling me from the chair, she smiled. “All the more reason to drink quickly. It will make you braver. Now, come on.”
I got up and saluted Louisa. “Yes, sir!” I shouted with a smile.
Giggling, we walked towards the bar area where the sexy blonde guy was standing with two other guys. One of the other guys noticed us straight away and elbowed sexy blonde guy. Once his gaze set on mine, I instantly knew if I was going to sleep with anyone tonight, it was going to be him.
Trying to pry my eyes away so I didn’t look too keen, I set my gaze upon the bar. “Two more Margaritas, please!” I shouted.
“Good evening, ladies,” one of the guys said.
“Hello,” Louisa and I said together, and I noticed sexy blonde guy was gazing at me.
“Can we pay for those drinks for you? It would be our pleasure.” Looking at sexy blonde guy, I nodded and smiled.
“So, what are your names?” he asked.
“I’m Tyler and this is Louisa. What about you three?”
Sexy blonde guy smiled. “I’m Brad, and this is Calvin and Eddie.”
Shaking hands, we ended our pleasantries and got onto other things. “So, where are you from?” I directed my question at Brad, as he was the one I was thinking of bedding tonight.
“I’m from Stoke. A good Northern lad. What about you?”
“I’m originally from Buckinghamshire, but have been living in London for years now.”
Out of the corner of my eye, I could see Louisa smile. She edged herself around me to be closer to Calvin and Eddie. I got the feeling she was leaving me to it.
“Do you get the same impression?”
Flustered, I looked at Brad. “What do you mean?”
Swinging his chair to face me, he motioned with his thumb over his shoulder. “That we’ve been forcibly paired off.”
I didn’t quite know how to answer that. I wasn’t sure if he was being rude or not. “Well, if it’s Louisa you’re interested in, you can just say so.” I wouldn’t blame him. Louisa was always beautiful, but she wore a little black number which showed off her model figure tonight, making her stunning.
Gently grabbing my arm, he smiled. “Of course not. I noticed you, not Louisa. Your friend’s kinda cute, but I don’t really go for redheads. I prefer blondes, especially with beautiful green eyes like yours.”
Catching my breath, I felt my cheeks redden. Brad just looked highly amused. “Don’t tell me you don’t get complimented very much. Surely a girl like you gets asked out all the time.”
I shook my head, amazed at how taken aback he looked. “I work too hard for that sort of thing.”
Brad took a look at my glass and could see it was going down just as fast as my last one. He looked up and motioned towards the barman. “What do you do?” he asked once he placed his order.
I sipped on the last little bit of my drink and smiled. “I’m a journalist. What about you?”
Eyeing me peculiarly, he cocked his eyebrow. “I’m a policeman.”
My eyes widened. “Really?”
Pulling his head back, he laughed. “Don’t look so shocked, young lady. Is it that much of a surprise for me to be a bobby?”
Shaking my head, I laughed. I don’t know why, but I found it comical. “I’m sorry, but you look more like Al Capone than a bobby—and I don’t mean that in a nasty way.”
Smiling, Brad pushed another drink my way. “I think I may let you off with just a warning this time.”
Realising I had already drunk my second drink, I picked up my new one with relish. “Why, thank you, officer. I don’t want to get into trouble now, do I? You might want to get your handcuffs out.”
I can’t believe I just said that!
Wanting to bury my head in my hands, I looked up at Brad with a half-smile. “Sorry. That was lame. I bet you hear that all the time.”
Laughing, he picked up my hand. “It’s true that I do, but not from women as beautiful as you.”