a's
I look like I n
s he to questio
ished whiskey without asking, and knocked it back. It burned more than the sugary cra
just stared. But h
as already empty. I tilted it again, squintin
this cup?" I slurred. "Why'
from my hand. His touch sent
and low. Then he turned to the bart
to protest, but one scowl from the m
arched like he wasn't sure what to do with
didn't belong th
me. I downed it without hesitat
back of my hand. My lipstick smeared across
quinting against the neon lights and swirling haze. I didn't even remember the name of th
ned. It clung to every inch of me, barely covering anything. It was the kind of dress that made men tur
es fleeting to my tits occ
morless laugh. "Yo
lurred. "I lost everything today. My job, my relationship, my sense of fucki
ead slightly. "
I muttere
t refilling my glass. "Then keep drinki
bered in another life. Late thirties? Maybe early forties. He was calm, composed, and t
a tattoo on his chiseled abs. My eyes wandered on his
l to have a man
a little closer. His voice was low and u
vision swimming sligh
omen danced around a pole, teasing some rich guy
a little. So
, pushing off the stoo
enough to walk?" he aske
ice slurring. "But I'm s
ld car
rience?" I laughed, twirling a fin
ere going. I just wanted to feel something e
jumbled my way among the crowd. I turned around
y purse," I mutte
ding back to the bar. While I waited, som
ce at his overall l
ff a heel and pointed
something an
sn't dressed that badly. I pushed myself to a
' man from retrieving my purse. Tieing
d, stretching my purse to me. I collected
miliar in his eyes, like he was trying to place me. Maybe I
ough. His gaze lingered on my face th
y a disaster. But he was staring at me l
ir bit at my skin immediately I stepped outside the club. My fo
I could fall, his hand firm and war
pine. The scent of sandalwood and citrus clung to
ou doing?, but it wasn't. Instead,Ryan and
ould feel somethin
ed up
ed up, locked my arms around his neck, and yanked him down. My lips cru