dance,” Jenna said. “I’m ready for a drink.”
“Me, too.”
Instead of walking away, she took his hand. “I know a shortcut to the bar.”
She didn’t ask for her shoes, so he held on to them and let her lead him to the bar. He found them two seats and ordered two drinks. He wanted soda, while Jenna ordered another glass of champagne.
She crossed her legs and the slit along the side of her dress parted, revealing an amazing length of slender thigh. Used to seeing her in blue jeans and T-shirts, Tyler looked his fill, then leaned against the bar to take a drink.
“No champagne for you?” she asked.
“Not my kind of drink.”
She smirked.
“What?”
“Nothing. I just remembered something I said to the girls one night about guys and their choices of drinks.”
“Yeah? What’s that?”
She shook her head. “Can’t tell you. Bartender trade secret.”
He could imagine. “I’ll bet you can tell all about a guy from what he drinks.”
She frowned and laid her glass on the bar. “You think so?”
“Bartenders have keen insight. So what would you say about me?”
“You like whiskey, neat. Though sometimes you’ll drink beer. That means you’re independent, not easy to pin down. You like your freedom, but you’re not pretentious. No expensive champagne for you. You don’t like to show off, but you are choosy—no, wait. That’snot the right word. Particular. That’s better. You’re particular. You aren’t going to pick up just any girl. She has to be the right girl.”
“You know all that just from the drinks I order?”
She took a sip of champagne. “Yes. And you also don’t pick up women in my bar.”
“Maybe because I’m waiting for you.”
She tilted her head back and laughed, that sound he loved hearing. “You’re so full of shit, Ty. I like that about you.”
He liked listening to her talk. She had a sharp mind, and seeing the gears of it working got him as hard as seeing her move on the dance floor. “You think you know me, huh?”
“Actually, I don’t think I know you at all. Most men are easy to peg. You I haven’t figured out yet.”
He took a couple swallows of soda. “I’m glad. I’d hate to be predictable.”
“You’re anything but predictable. You annoy me. You like me, and you obviously want me, and you make no secret of that. I like that, because I don’t much care for games. On the other hand, I don’t want you to like me. I want you to go away and leave me alone so I can stop thinking about you.”
He grinned. She was just a little drunk, which meant she was relaxed enough to spill more of her inner thoughts than she was aware of. Which meant this was his opportunity to take things a step further with her, if he played the game right.
“I can’t stop thinking about you, either, Jenna.”
She leaned her elbows against the bar. “Really?”
“Yeah.”
“What do you think about when you think about me?”
This was a test. She was putting him on the spot to see if he was just bullshitting her.
Actually, he wasn’t.
“I think about your mouth.” He traced her bottom lip with histhumb. “I like what comes out of it when you talk to me. It’s sassy and smart. And I sure as hell liked kissing it. It’s soft and wet and you yield under me like you want what I’ve got.”
Her chest rose and fell.
“I like the way you talk. Confident, but you’re a bit of a smart-ass. I like that about you, too. It means you’re not a pushover. I don’t want a woman I can walk all over. I want a woman who can stand up for herself.”
She licked her bottom lip. Damn distracting and he needed to focus on what he wanted to say to her.
“You have the most beautiful eyes I’ve ever seen. And you see a lot with them. You call people on their bullshit, and obviously you know men.”
“Yeah? In what
“Me, too.”
Instead of walking away, she took his hand. “I know a shortcut to the bar.”
She didn’t ask for her shoes, so he held on to them and let her lead him to the bar. He found them two seats and ordered two drinks. He wanted soda, while Jenna ordered another glass of champagne.
She crossed her legs and the slit along the side of her dress parted, revealing an amazing length of slender thigh. Used to seeing her in blue jeans and T-shirts, Tyler looked his fill, then leaned against the bar to take a drink.
“No champagne for you?” she asked.
“Not my kind of drink.”
She smirked.
“What?”
“Nothing. I just remembered something I said to the girls one night about guys and their choices of drinks.”
“Yeah? What’s that?”
She shook her head. “Can’t tell you. Bartender trade secret.”
He could imagine. “I’ll bet you can tell all about a guy from what he drinks.”
She frowned and laid her glass on the bar. “You think so?”
“Bartenders have keen insight. So what would you say about me?”
“You like whiskey, neat. Though sometimes you’ll drink beer. That means you’re independent, not easy to pin down. You like your freedom, but you’re not pretentious. No expensive champagne for you. You don’t like to show off, but you are choosy—no, wait. That’snot the right word. Particular. That’s better. You’re particular. You aren’t going to pick up just any girl. She has to be the right girl.”
“You know all that just from the drinks I order?”
She took a sip of champagne. “Yes. And you also don’t pick up women in my bar.”
“Maybe because I’m waiting for you.”
She tilted her head back and laughed, that sound he loved hearing. “You’re so full of shit, Ty. I like that about you.”
He liked listening to her talk. She had a sharp mind, and seeing the gears of it working got him as hard as seeing her move on the dance floor. “You think you know me, huh?”
“Actually, I don’t think I know you at all. Most men are easy to peg. You I haven’t figured out yet.”
He took a couple swallows of soda. “I’m glad. I’d hate to be predictable.”
“You’re anything but predictable. You annoy me. You like me, and you obviously want me, and you make no secret of that. I like that, because I don’t much care for games. On the other hand, I don’t want you to like me. I want you to go away and leave me alone so I can stop thinking about you.”
He grinned. She was just a little drunk, which meant she was relaxed enough to spill more of her inner thoughts than she was aware of. Which meant this was his opportunity to take things a step further with her, if he played the game right.
“I can’t stop thinking about you, either, Jenna.”
She leaned her elbows against the bar. “Really?”
“Yeah.”
“What do you think about when you think about me?”
This was a test. She was putting him on the spot to see if he was just bullshitting her.
Actually, he wasn’t.
“I think about your mouth.” He traced her bottom lip with histhumb. “I like what comes out of it when you talk to me. It’s sassy and smart. And I sure as hell liked kissing it. It’s soft and wet and you yield under me like you want what I’ve got.”
Her chest rose and fell.
“I like the way you talk. Confident, but you’re a bit of a smart-ass. I like that about you, too. It means you’re not a pushover. I don’t want a woman I can walk all over. I want a woman who can stand up for herself.”
She licked her bottom lip. Damn distracting and he needed to focus on what he wanted to say to her.
“You have the most beautiful eyes I’ve ever seen. And you see a lot with them. You call people on their bullshit, and obviously you know men.”
“Yeah? In what
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