He smiles and moves up to the bar to order whatever he’s going to order us. I anticipate not liking whatever it is he brings back, but when he moves back from the bar with two reddish drinks in martini glasses in his hands, I relax. He hands one to me, and I take a sip of the smooth, sweet fruity drink .
Now, it’s my turn to raise my eyebrows as I watch him sip on his own drink. “This is what you were drinking ?”
“No, I just wanted to get something that you would like .”
I smile, liking this man more. He’s at least considerate .
“Thanks.” I sip on the drink again .
“Adam, move over, man,” Brent says .
I watch as Adam gets up and stands behind Scarlett .
Brent takes my hand to help me maneuver onto the stool in my high heels. If he hasn’t yet figured out that I’m a model and I was practically born walking in high heels, I would be surprised. But I let him hold my hand anyway as I take a seat. His hand feels soft and a little too warm as I take a seat on the stool .
“Thanks,” I mutter as I glance at Scarlett to my right .
She winks at me as she mouths, Hottie .
Both men are standing right behind us and can see what she mouthed. I blush a bright shade of pink. I twirl my hair around my face to try to hide my embarrassment .
I take another sip of my drink and then another because the liquid tastes good and because I don’t know what else to say or do. Before I know it, I’ve finished my drink .
“Another?” Brent asks, smiling .
I nod, happy to have found one of the nicest men in the bar .
Brent’s arm goes around my shoulders as he leans over me at the bar to order another drink. I shiver at his unexpected touch even though it shouldn’t have been unexpected. He’s into me, or he wouldn’t have offered to buy me a drink. I just don’t know how to do this flirting thing .
He places another drink in front of me, and I immediately begin drinking it .
“What modeling jobs have you done ?”
His eyebrows rise before his lips form into a grin. “How did you know I was a model ?”
“Just a guess. If not, you should be. You have the look .”
His smile gets brighter. “I’ve done some work for Calvin Klein mostly .”
I nod. I can see that. I’ll have to look up his ads later. It means I was right about the tight abs below his shirt. I glance down lower to see a bulge pressing against his jeans. I gulp. Yep, he probably makes an excellent Calvin Klein underwear model .
I look back up to his eyes that are looking at my boobs with lust. I nervously tuck my hair behind my ear, bringing his eyes back up to my face .
“What about you? You’re a model, too, right ?”
I smile politely and nod. “Mostly, I’ve done work for Seventeen magazine .”
His eyes travel over my body, landing on my smooth stomach showing beneath my crop top. My stomach is smooth purely from good genetics. I don’t eat healthy enough or work out enough to get it any other way .
“Come on, we’re dancing,” Scarlett says .
She grabs my hand to pull me with her and Adam. I don’t ask Brent to follow, but he does, like it is a given that he’ll be the one dancing with me. I stumble once, but Scarlett’s hand keeps me on my feet .
“You okay?” she asks with a knowing look .
“Yes,” I say .
The alcohol must be affecting me quicker than I thought it would. It’s not like me to trip .