“Yeah, you do.”
With a wave of his hand, he called the bartender over. “Let me guess. You’re a tequila girl.”
“What gave it away?” I stared out in front of me, not looking at him.
“I can figure out a lot of things about people solely by looking at them.”
I swallowed, a sudden discomfort forcing me to clear my throat.
“Well, that, and the three empty shot glasses in front of you.” He motioned to the bartender, indicating he wanted two of whatever was in the empty shot glasses.
For some unknown reason, relief settled in the pit of my stomach. The mere thought of anyonefiguringme out wasn’t exactly comforting.
I gathered my composure and relaxed a little into the seat. “That could have been any liquor.”
“No. It was tequila.”
“How can you tell?”
He shifted closer, his broad shoulders and tall frame boxing me in. “I observe. See, even though there are no traces of lemon, lime, or salt, by looking at you, I can tell that only the best will do.” He leaned his head to the side, those blue irises scrutinizing every contour of my face. “And everyone knows tequila is best.”
Oh, he was good. He was really good. And if that mastered charming act of his wasn’t enough to seduce, the woody scent that wafted off him would surely do the trick.
I licked my lips, the movement catching his attention. The chair swiveled as I turned it slightly so I could come as close to him as possible, and I crossed my legs. His jaw set, lips slightly parted as his eyes met mine.
I leaned toward him, shifting in my seat so I could bring my face closer to his. I inhaled deeply, and the vein in his neck started to throb faster.
“Your smell, it’s woody. Spicy. Cumin, maybe? And there’s something citrusy, something fresh and…enticing.” His throat bobbed as he swallowed, and my lips twitched. I pulled back a little so I could look into his eyes. “Let me guess. Armani Code, is it?”
He pressed his lips together, his gaze not letting go of mine for even half a second. The summer heat and cigar smoke filling the bar couldn’t stop the space between us from becoming palpable. Intense.
I shot him a smirk. “See, I’m good at figuring out people too. And judging by your expensive taste in cologne, it’s clear only the best will do for you.”
The edges of his mouth turned up, the first sight of a devilish grin. The blue hues in his irises seemed to darken as he kept staring at me. Seconds passed without us saying a word, and I could practically hear his fucking heartbeat.
The slight tap of his finger on the counter filled the silence between us, and he pursed his lips before straightening and grabbing his beer. “I’ll see you around.”
I tipped my beer bottle his way. “I guess you will.”
With a grin on his face, he walked off, and I turned in my seat. “Onyx,” I called.
“Yeah.” He glanced at me.
“Next time you follow me, try to keep up.” I winked, and he bit his lower lip before turning back and heading over to where the rest of his crew sat.
The guy might be an asshole, but somehow, he made assholery look good.
5
Onyx
“Who’s your friend?”Manic tipped his beer toward the bar.
“Someone I met the other night.”
“She’s good looking.”
I shot him a warning glare when I caught him ogling her. “Take those manwhore eyes of yours off her.”