‘Quite.’ And that was an understatement.
Warmth fed her cheeks as she took hold of the olive stick propped inside her glass and began to stir with it, her focus on the mini-whirlpool she created while she set her thoughts to chill.
Get the meeting with Tony out of th
e way first.
Raising her drink, she sampled it, a small hum of appreciation escaping her as the chilly temperature contrasted with the burn of alcohol in a strangely pleasing way. She took another sip and felt her shoulders start to ease, her posture soften.
Ah, Tony, maybe you’ve done me a favour, dragging me out.
She rolled her head on her shoulders, her eyes seeking him once more—Fuck. Their gazes collided, the invitation in his sending lust tearing through her.
To hell with Tony, and to hell with doing what was right all the time!
Just give him twenty minutes...
Gah—She forced her attention to her phone and issued him a text that said as much.
Five minutes later, fizzing over with the prolonged wait, she caved and beckoned Darren over.
There was no harm in putting things in motion.
‘You’re not ready for another?’
She grinned, high on the thrill. ‘Please...’
He chuckled. ‘Okay.’
Placing a fancy tray of bar snacks in front of her, he set about making her drink.
She eyed the food, her tummy growling. She’d missed dinner again. Taking up a few snacks, she savoured one before asking, ‘Do you know what Mr Distraction is drinking?’
He sent her a knowing look. ‘You wanting to send him one?’
‘Maybe...’ Playfully, she popped in another snack, chewing over it and relishing the instant hit of salt. ‘So, come on—do you know?’
He smiled as he worked, his eyes flicking briefly to the man in question. ‘He’s a J&B man.’
She licked her lips clean, her eyes flitting to Smoking Hot Guy, and then to his bottle of choice on the shelf. Hot Wealthy Guy... J&B... An image of the hottie in American Psycho flashed before her eyes and she swallowed, hard.
Okay, Okay...yes, you want a night of crazy, but maybe you should know something about him first.
‘What’s got you looking so serious?’ Darren asked, picking up on her shift in mood.
‘I was just wondering...’ Her voice trailed off as she considered the talented bartender. Darren knew everyone that came and went. ‘What do you know of him?’
‘Can’t tell you much.’ He strained the liquid into a fresh glass. ‘I’ve not seen him before, but there were some guys at the bar talking about him earlier. Recognised him from some article or other.’
Her ears pricked up. ‘An article?’
‘Yeah, you know the sort—one of those professional mags, I reckon.’ He popped an olive in the glass and placed it before her. ‘He’s a CEO in the technology field.’
She sucked on the inside of her lip, suppressing the surge of excitement. No CEO was going to turn out to be a nutcase.
‘Well, fancy that...’
‘You sure do.’