“Hi,” she says shyly with a sweet smile filled with innocence. That one little smile does something deep inside me. It’s like my entire life has changed instantly and I don’t even realize it.
“Hey,” I say, trying to play it Johnny Cool. All the while praying to God or whoever that she can’t read the dirty thoughts parading through my damn mind.
“I’m Tara,” the blond says before taking a drink of something tall and fruity.
“Luke. This is my brother, Blake.”
“And this is my friend, Carly,” Tara says, as she extends her hand to shake mine.
I turn my attention to the goddess on my left and offer her my best smile. It’s a smile I’ve perfected over my twenty-seven years on this earth. The result has earned me phone numbers, bedmates, and plenty of short and long-term girlfriends. But it’s the smile that Carly gives me in return that sends what little blood I have left in my body straight to one concentrated area. I fear that my dick might actually explode at this point.
“Nice to meet you, Carly.” I hop up off my stool and offer it to her. It’s the gentlemanly thing to do, but it’s the bastard part in me who’s doing the thinking. That guy really wants to see that black skirt inch up her thighs when she sits down.
“Thank you,” she replies with a voice dripped in sweet honey.
“What brings you out tonight?” I ask, using the cover of the pub table to adjust my throbbing erection, and inadvertently ignoring the other two at our little table.
“We’re celebrating my promotion.”
“Well, congratulations,” Luke says with a blinding smile. “This calls for a celebratory shot. Another round of Jose,” Luke says to the waitress approaching our table.
“What’s the promotion?” I ask, trying my best to be heard over the growing Friday night crowd.
“I’m going to be the personal assistant to Reid Hunter at Hunter Enterprises,” she says, leaning in just slightly in an attempt to be heard.
“Nice.” I recognize instantly the name Reid Hunter. Shit, everyone in Vegas knows who Reid Hunter is. The man is a genius in the business world at the ripe old age of thirty.
“Yeah, well, it definitely beats filing papers all day long down in legal,” she says before taking another drink from her beer bottle. It was one of the first things I noticed about her when she sat down. She doesn’t have a fruity drink like half the female population in the bar, nor does she have her beer in a frosted mug like the other half. She drinks it straight out of the bottle. My kinda girl.
While Luke and Tara chat about who knows what, another round of tequila arrives. I throw a couple of bills down on the tray and hand out four shots. “Here’s to better jobs and new friends,” I toast with a quick clink of our glasses.
My sixth shot goes straight to my head. I feel the effects of the hard liquid combining with my beer, giving me the perfect buzz. I lean in closer so I can speak to Carly over the noise, and when I do, I’m assaulted by her sweet scent. She smells like wildflowers with a hint of something fruity. My nostrils flare to life as I inhale another lung-filling gulp of her alluring fragrance.
“What are you drinking to tonight?” she asks, leaning forward until her delicious pink mouth is mere inches away from my ear.
“New job for me, too,” I confess, taking another drink.
“Well, it looks like we have a lot of celebrating to do tonight. It’s pretty lucky we were invited to sit at your table. Like fate,” she says loudly. My body sings with different ways for continuing our little celebration.
After a few more rounds of drinks and one more round of shots, liquid courage has me firmly by the balls. I’ve been flirting like I haven’t in I don’t know how long, and have been touching Carly all night long. The feel of her sweet ass pressed firmly against me while we danced to the jukebox is something I won’t forget anytime soon, if ever. I couldn’t tell you what Luke and her friend, Tara, have been talking about. My focus has been solely on the exotic beauty that’s currently sitting on my lap.
“I have a place not too far from here,” I tell her bravely before I can talk myself out of it.
The look in her eyes confirms my suspicions. Carly wants me as much as I want her. Her brown eyes look charcoal with lust, her pulse beating wildly against the delicate skin of her throat. I can’t stop myself from indulging in just one little taste. I lick that rapidly beating point in her neck, causing her to shiver from head to toe. The goose bumps that break out on her exposed arms aren’t from the temperature in the room. No, it’s from the heat in my touch.