You’d think after what just happened, I’d never let another man buy me a drink, but there’s something completely different about this guy’s vibes. Somehow I’m sure that he wouldn’t be douchy enough to think a drink buys him sex, and he obviously believesno means no.“Thanks, I…” I nod my head. “I’d like that.”
“I’m Bobby.” He extends a hand.
“Lexi.” I place my hand in his, which is warm and strong. In fact, that’s the energy he radiates–warm strength. To me, anyway. To Jayden, it was hard and cold. Ruthless, even. Bobby stands at least six feet tall, with broad shoulders perfectly draped in an Armani suit. I would guess him to be in his mid to late forties, with a strong jaw and aquiline nose. Dark eyes with lashes that curl.
He lightly touches my back to guide me back toward the bar.
The door that leads to the private lounge swings open. “Bobby, you coming back?” another man in a suit calls from the door.
“No.” Bobby doesn’t look away from me when he says it.
It’s a weird feeling to have someone’s full and complete attention. I try to sort out why it seems different from the attention Jayden gave me back at the bar. Jayden’s attention felt intrusive, whereas this guy’s makes me tingle all over. Like my cells are coming alive just from being in his presence.
“Are you the owner?” I ask as he escorts me through the clogged hallway that leads to the bar area.
“Nah, it’s my cousin’s place. My company built the building, though.”
“Ah. Too bad, I was going to ask for a job.” I adjust my purse strap on my shoulder.
His brows pop. “Yeah? You need a job, doll?” Again his scrutiny is intense. It’s not sexual, but my body responds sexually. Heat pools between my legs. My nipples harden and tingle.
“A second job,” I admit. “I have a day job, but I’d love to pick up a few evening or weekend shifts to get by.”
Stan comes over. “Another mule?”
“Yeah. Sorry, I left that last one.”
“What can I get you, Mr. Manghini?”
“Glen Livet on the rocks,” Gina answers for him, appearing beside us. “This is the guy I was telling you about.” She bumps my hips with hers, and I want the earth to open up and swallow me.
“Yeah?” Bobby searches my face, then hers. “What did you say?”
“I just wanted you two to meet.” Gina’s smile is mischievous. I imagine she thinks of herself as the Sugar Daddy Cupid.
Is there such a thing? There totally should be.
“I feel like you two might hit it off.”
Clearly, Bobby doesn’t fall for bullshit because he narrows his eyes and cocks his head. “No, really.”
“Lexi needs a sugar daddy.”
“Oh my God.” I clap a hand over my eyes like if I can’t see Bobby, he can’t see me. “I’m going to go jump off a tall building.”
Bobby pries my fingers off my face. “You want a sugar daddy?” He looks amused.
“I didn’t say that. This is all Gina’s fantasy. I asked for a job–remember?”
His smile is warm. “I might be in the market for that situation.”
Situation.I gasp when I suddenly realize what this is. “Oh no.” I shake my head and take a step back. “I don’t date married guys.”
He holds up the back of his left hand to show me there’s no ring. “Not married. I did that once. I’m not doing it again.”
“Oh.” I’m breathing hard like we’re walking fast, even though we’re standing still. “I’m not a prostitute,” I blurt the next fear that comes to my mind.
His lips quirk. “I didn’t think you were.” He hands me my drink when it arrives. He’s still considering me. “Sounds like you just need someone to spoil you a little. Is that right, doll?”