Two
Iam so outof place!
That’s all I could think about while I sat at the fancy hotel’s lounge bar sipping a terrible dirty martini and waiting for him to show up.
It had been a little over a year since we’d shared a cab and curiosity had gotten the better of me once again. I hadn’t even planned on staying in the city this long, let alone having a causal fuck buddy for a few nights every month when our busy work schedules aligned.
Seth: Drinks?
That’s how it always started. Once he was in town and got a little lonely—or more like horny—one word sent me running to him.
Him. Even the thought of his abs and captivating blue eyes was enough to soak my panties and make me want to make every bad decision possible. Add in his husky voice and impeccable style and you had sex on a stick just waiting to be licked and sucked.
I could see him from the corner of my eye. He was watching. Waiting. Playing our little game perfectly.
Sitting at the bar, sipping on my drink, I caught the eye of a man in his mid-twenties across the bar. He looked to have a swimmer’s build and was fairly clean cut.
He’ll do.
I bit my lower lip once, knowing both men were watching. Slowly licked my teeth. Sipped my drink and licked the rim of the delicate glass.
Hook. Line. Sinker.
Swimmer-boy took the bait like a smallmouth hiding under a log on a hot summer’s day. He slowly made his way over to the empty seat next to me.
“This seat taken?” A brogue soaked his words, fucking sexy as could be.
I shook my head no. “All yours, Sir Wallace.” I sipped slowly on my drink, trying not to choke on the bitterness hitting the back of my throat or the cheesiness of my Braveheart reference. He was making me nervous. The way he smiled as he slid into the seat next to me sent my heart racing.
“Sir Wallace, I could get used to that.” He laughed a deep throaty chuckle. “Not from around here are you?” His bright honey eyes raked over my skintight jeans, down to my high-heeled boots, and then up to my tits, which were about to pop out of my tight fitting silver tank top.
“How’d ya guess?” I winked at him, playing with the toothpick that had held my blue cheese stuffed olives.
“Call it a hunch.” He took a swig of his beer and waved the empty bottle to the bartender.
“You have good instincts. I’m Savanna.” My lips turned up at the corners when my watcher tugged at his tightening suit pants.
It’s working.
“And does Sir William go by another name?” I ran my hand over his toned bicep, under his loose fitting cotton shirt.
He cleared his throat. “Finn. It’s nice to meet you Savanna.”
I leaned in closer as the bartender set Finn’s new beer in front of him. “So what brings you stateside, Finn?” His name felt good rolling off my tongue. For the first time in a year another man had lit a fire in my belly.Dang it.I was still here with someone else.
“I’ve been here since college. My sister and me came here to chase the American dream.”
Damn his voice was intoxicating.
I looked over to where my watcher had been, now an empty table. Time to snap out of the Irish love spell Finn had enchanted me with.
A cough came from my other side and I shot a seductive smirk over his way. “Hello?” I cooed as he took a seat next to me. “It must be my lucky day. Two hot men at once.”
He winked at me before looking over to Finn. “Savanna here is taken.” His husky voice thumped with possession and my heart raced a little as his hand caressed slowly up my thigh.
Finn got up and without a word walked back to his seat at the other end of the bar.
“He went quick,” I remarked, pushing a lock of hair behind my ear.