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“I’m Adam. So, what will it be?”

“I’ll have a couple of shots of tequila and then a margarita,” she says.

My eyes widen as she casually reaches out and touches the stranger’s arm. She slowly strokes his arm while their eyes stay locked on each other.

I sigh. At this rate, we will never get drinks, and I’ll never get out of here.

“And what will you have?” another deep voice says, causing me to glance away from Scarlett and Adam.

“What?” I ask, startled, as I look at the man standing behind Adam.

He has bright blue eyes, similar to mine, with blond hair a slightly darker shade than my own.

He grins as I stare too long at his hard body. I’ve seen enough models’ bodies before to know what they look like. He’s a model. His friend, who has maintained Scarlett’s attention, might work out, but he’s no model.

“I’m Brent.”

“Kinsley,” I say. I smile, but I honestly have no idea how to flirt with this man. I’m not bold enough to make the first move. And I don’t even know if I’m attracted to him. So, instead, I just stand awkwardly with a goofy smile plastered on my face.

“Can I buy you a drink?”

“Sure,” I say, trying to mimic Scarlett’s speech, but it comes out much too high-pitched.

He raises his eyebrows. “What can I get you?”

I try to rack my brain to come up with a drink he can order for me. Scarlett got shots. I glance over as she downs one with her new friend. She doesn’t even seem to remember that I’m here. I try to think of drinks, but all I can come up with is wine and champagne. I doubt this bar even serves the types of wine I’ve tried before. I could try a beer, but I have no idea what to order, and I will look even stupider if I order a beer without mentioning the brand.

“I’ll have whatever you’re having,” I say.

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.


Tags: Ella Miles Dirty Erotic