“That depends. What is it that you see?” I gave him my evil smile.
“Now that could be the trickiest question a woman has ever asked me. So I guess I will stick with the truth and say that I see a dark haired beauty with eyes the color of a stormy sea sitting in front of me.” My heart melted for just a second until he continued to speak, “or I could be honest with us both and tell you how a minute ago I saw those same stormy eyes devouring me from head to toe.”
I couldn’t control my next words that flew out of my mouth. “What a conceited ass. I like eye candy as much as the next girl, but you soon learn the truth about candy.” He laughs louder that time.
“What that it melts in your mouth and not in your hand?” Damn it, that sexy smile and voice is getting to me.
“You wish,” I reply and laugh. I can’t believe he just said that and shake my head no.
“I have to fucking ask then just what is the truth about candy?”
I lean in closer to him like I am going to whisper my answer and he leans in. Our mouths are only inches away from each other and his gaze breaks from mine drifting down to my mouth. I intentionally lick my lips and answer him. “Wouldn’t you like to know?”
His eyes return to mine and we stare at each other. He finally blinks and grins at me.
“That was so lame. I mean really, that’s all you got?”
I shrug my shoulders and glance back to Jill. Her eyes have been volleying back and forth between us during our conversation. She finally laughs and nudges his shoulder.
“I guess I’ll do the introductions. Kane this is my friend Jay. Jay this is the new bartender Kane. Both of you need to play nice while I go back and get the schedule worked out.”
I look down at my Sprite and realize it’s gone.
“Can I get you a refill?”
“No thanks, I’m good,” I answer. I try looking everywhere, but at him. I can feel his eyes on me and it’s driving me crazy.
“Would you like to go out sometime?”
“I don’t think so.”
“What? You afraid of going cross eyed from staring at me all night.” I shoot him my mean look. He laughs again. “I’m just kidding. Really I would like to take you out. Don’t make me beg.” He tilts his head and waits for my answer.
“I don’t think I’m your type.”
“Ok, this is going to be good. Go ahead and tell me what my type is.”
He’s still grinning at me. “I would bet that your last two girlfriends were blond and big breasted.” His eye brows go up in question.
“You got something against blond and big breasted? And good guess, but I’m not confirming or denying it.” He leans back to stand up. He looks me up and down this time. “However, I’m finding out all of the sudden though that I like them dark haired and sassy.”
My heart rate suddenly spikes and I wonder if he can hear the loud thumping. Any other guy with his looks and I would be trying to take him home for the night. Conceited ass or not, but something in me tells me Kane is different. One night wouldn’t be enough for either of us. Where did that thought come from? I need to get out of here.
“Um, can you please tell Jill I had to run,” I say as I stand and grab my bag. I take a five dollar bill out of my purse and lay it on the bar. Geez, my freaking hand was shaking. Glancing one more time into his eyes I notice he looks confused. I gather not many girls brush him off.
“Hey, don’t leave. I’m not actually working tonight and was just going to hang out and play some pool. Why don’t you stay a little while longer and you can tell me all about my type and I can find out the truth about candy?”
His question really throws me off. I look at him and he still has that look on his face like he’s trying to figure me out.
“Sorry I’ve got places to be. Nice meeting you,” I say and turn to flee out of the bar. My escape would have been okay if I had seen the stool that was standing in front of me, however, I trip over the bottom rung and the seat catches me mid stomach. My breath whooshes out and I fall to my knees. I think he actually jumped over the bar to get to me.
“Are you okay?” He asked as he leans down and places his arm on my back. His touch makes my breathing much more shallow and I glance into his face when I hear the quick intake of his. My eyes go to his plump bottom lip just inches from mine. Staring at them as they move. He is asking again if I am okay. Holy shit, am I okay? I shake my head no at first, but then I remember to answer him.
“Yes.” It was a whisper, but I know he heard me. His eyes flew to my lips and I couldn’t help pulling in my bottom lip and sucking on it. I’m pretty sure he groaned. The sound startles me and I jump up. It breaks his touch from mine. His eyes look dazed and confused and I jumped at my chance to start walking away, thanking God he didn’t follow.