“Vodka, I’m not sure…”
“Trust me, you’ll love them.”
He slides one across and leans on the bar, raising his own glass to mind and I swallow hard because this man is doing something to me inside that I never saw coming.
“To family and new beginnings.”
“To family.” I’m sure my voice must be dressed in disappointment because he winks and sips the drink, watching me through those dark, disturbing eyes the entire time.
As I hold the glass to my lips, I must wince as the bitter liquid coats my tongue and he whispers, “You’ll get used to it.”
Trying so hard not to be a complete buzz kill, I take a swig and almost choke on the fumes.
“People like that.” I stare at him in shock, and he laughs softly. “As I said, you’ll get used to it. There are many things in life that start off disgusting, but you soon develop an urgent need for.”
Once again, he winks and fuck me, I’m flooding with heat right now and without thinking, I almost down the drink in one, loving the burn as it douses the fire inside with even more gasoline.
Flynn turns to the pool table and removes two cues from the rack on the wall and hands one to me.
“Let me teach you.”
“OK.”
I stand awkwardly as he sets it up and explains what he’s doing every step of the way. Perhaps it’s the drink, or it’s probably him, but I can’t rip my eyes from his body as he shrugs off his jacket and rolls up his sleeves. I stare at the intricate ink on his forearms and am strangely turned on by that. In fact, I’m a raging mass of hormones right now and once again, wish like crazy I had never thought a sweater was a good outfit choice for dinner.
As he calls me forward to take my turn, I almost hyperventilate when he stands behind me and positions his arms around my shoulders and demonstrates how to hold the cue properly. My mind is buzzing, my lady parts are throbbing, and I don’t think I have long before my heart gives out on me. Yet throughout my embarrassing body meltdown, Flynn speaks huskily in my ear as he explains the game, and I swear I am in heaven.