hoping he shows up tonight. After an hour I conclude it’s not looking very promising. Luke did tell me Julian doesn’t come into the bar every night, so maybe I won’t get to see him. I push away the feelings of disappointment and remind myself I hardly know thi s guy.
I’m getting off my bar stool when I hear Julian’s distinctive voice behind me. “Someone needs to stop putting baby in the corner,” Julian says play fully.
I’m glad he can’t see the huge smile plastered on my face. He runs his hand gently down my arm as he walks past me on his way behind the bar. Goosebumps pop up all over my body. He looks down at my glass, sees it’s almost empty, and goes about making me another drink. I’m not sure how he knows what I’m drinking, but when I see him mixing a Vodka Cranberry with a splash of Sprite, I know he has been paying attention to what I like.
I flash him a smile. “So now you’ve moved on to old movie quotes, Julian? Did you use up all of your good pickup lines earlier this week?”
“Ouch, Alexa, that hurts. I only use that line on the special ladies. It’s a classic.” He’s smiling back at me, and I realize how happy I am to see him. I’m also flattered he remembers me. I hate that I’m feeling so insecure, but all of the Internet “research” I’ve done this week has only confirmed there is no shortage of women vying for his atte ntion.
“Thank you,” I say as he slides the drink over to me.
Julian leans down and places his forearms on the bar. All of the muscles in his chest and arms bulge out from under a tight khaki-colored T-shirt. He looks so hot, and something tells me he knows it. I’m taking it all in when I notice a small tattoo on his left wrist. It’s barely peeking out from under his watch, but I can see it’s in a script font and appears to be a name. I’d love to know what it says, or whose name it says, but I don’t feel comfortable asking. He sees me looking at it but doesn’t offer any explanation. I wonder if it’s the name of a former, or current, love.
As I ponder this, Julian slowly reaches up with one hand and gently runs a finger through one of my curls. “Better,” he says quietly as he twirls it slowly. He doesn’t look away, and neither do I.
“Better?” I pick up my drink and take a sip. I need something to cool me down. My whole body starts to overheat when he touch es me.
“I prefer your hair this way. Es muy sexy.” He keeps twi rling.
Um. Okay. This is seriously hot. I love when he speaks to me in Sp anish.
“I’d rather take this woman to bed than the one with the ponytail. I can picture you straddling me, and I can see your beautiful hair floating across my chest as you make your way slowly down my naked body.”
I’m in the middle of taking another sip of my drink when he says this to me, and his comment makes me choke. Holy shit! What a visual. And so quickly too. We’ve only been talking for a few minutes, and he’s already talking about getting naked? Apparently he thinks my ‘discomfort’ is funny and laughs out loud.
“Something wrong with your drink?” he asks through a sly smile.
I try to recover by putting my lips seductively on the straw and taking a slow sip. “Mmm, no, it’s per fect.”
He arches his brow at me, intrigued by my not-so-subtle response. Hell, I can play this game too. This i s fun.
“Good, because I always try to give it the way it’s wa nted.”
“I bet you’re very giving, Ju lian.”
He pauses, narrows his eyes, and looks serious for a moment. “You have no idea, Alexa.” I love the way my name rolls off of his tongue. He caresses it when he sa ys it.
His eyes are locked on mine and the way he is looking at me is making me squirm in my chair. I think we are both imagining “giving” something to each other. I try and break the tension with some more te asing.
“Do you give this hard of a sell to all the ladies, Ju lian?”
Julian chuckles and shakes his head
I’m getting off my bar stool when I hear Julian’s distinctive voice behind me. “Someone needs to stop putting baby in the corner,” Julian says play fully.
I’m glad he can’t see the huge smile plastered on my face. He runs his hand gently down my arm as he walks past me on his way behind the bar. Goosebumps pop up all over my body. He looks down at my glass, sees it’s almost empty, and goes about making me another drink. I’m not sure how he knows what I’m drinking, but when I see him mixing a Vodka Cranberry with a splash of Sprite, I know he has been paying attention to what I like.
I flash him a smile. “So now you’ve moved on to old movie quotes, Julian? Did you use up all of your good pickup lines earlier this week?”
“Ouch, Alexa, that hurts. I only use that line on the special ladies. It’s a classic.” He’s smiling back at me, and I realize how happy I am to see him. I’m also flattered he remembers me. I hate that I’m feeling so insecure, but all of the Internet “research” I’ve done this week has only confirmed there is no shortage of women vying for his atte ntion.
“Thank you,” I say as he slides the drink over to me.
Julian leans down and places his forearms on the bar. All of the muscles in his chest and arms bulge out from under a tight khaki-colored T-shirt. He looks so hot, and something tells me he knows it. I’m taking it all in when I notice a small tattoo on his left wrist. It’s barely peeking out from under his watch, but I can see it’s in a script font and appears to be a name. I’d love to know what it says, or whose name it says, but I don’t feel comfortable asking. He sees me looking at it but doesn’t offer any explanation. I wonder if it’s the name of a former, or current, love.
As I ponder this, Julian slowly reaches up with one hand and gently runs a finger through one of my curls. “Better,” he says quietly as he twirls it slowly. He doesn’t look away, and neither do I.
“Better?” I pick up my drink and take a sip. I need something to cool me down. My whole body starts to overheat when he touch es me.
“I prefer your hair this way. Es muy sexy.” He keeps twi rling.
Um. Okay. This is seriously hot. I love when he speaks to me in Sp anish.
“I’d rather take this woman to bed than the one with the ponytail. I can picture you straddling me, and I can see your beautiful hair floating across my chest as you make your way slowly down my naked body.”
I’m in the middle of taking another sip of my drink when he says this to me, and his comment makes me choke. Holy shit! What a visual. And so quickly too. We’ve only been talking for a few minutes, and he’s already talking about getting naked? Apparently he thinks my ‘discomfort’ is funny and laughs out loud.
“Something wrong with your drink?” he asks through a sly smile.
I try to recover by putting my lips seductively on the straw and taking a slow sip. “Mmm, no, it’s per fect.”
He arches his brow at me, intrigued by my not-so-subtle response. Hell, I can play this game too. This i s fun.
“Good, because I always try to give it the way it’s wa nted.”
“I bet you’re very giving, Ju lian.”
He pauses, narrows his eyes, and looks serious for a moment. “You have no idea, Alexa.” I love the way my name rolls off of his tongue. He caresses it when he sa ys it.
His eyes are locked on mine and the way he is looking at me is making me squirm in my chair. I think we are both imagining “giving” something to each other. I try and break the tension with some more te asing.
“Do you give this hard of a sell to all the ladies, Ju lian?”
Julian chuckles and shakes his head
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