I wave down the barman, needing a drink. I order both Cass and I a cocktail, tonight we’re having fun and letting loose. Even though it’s getting late, the bar is still hopping, everyone is having a blast. Cass and I have danced ourselves out. I’m in need of a break.
“Girl,” Cass whispers beside me. “There’s a hunk coming our way. I’m pretty sure it’s the guy that’s been watching you all night.”
My gaze moves toward the mysterious stranger that’s confidently striding toward me. He’s dressed in a black suit, white shirt, black tie, and his hair slicked back. He’s breathtakingly beautiful. She’s right, it is the guy that’s been watching me. I’ve felt his heated gaze on me constantly. I’ve never felt so alive. Knowing that his eyes were on me, it made me add some extra sass to my dance moves.
I try my hardest to act casual as the guy moves past Cass and I lose sight of him as he walks behind me. Cass’s eyes widen and I tense as I feel someone come up behind me. The heat of their body seeps into mine.
“Can I buy you a drink?” a deep voice says as the lips brush against my ear.
I pull in a sharp breath and twist on my seat. It’s the hot guy who’s been watching me. Usually, I’d say no and walk away, but I’ve promised Cassie that I’d have fun and do things that I’ve not done before.
“I’d love one,” I reply with a sultry smile.
“Beck,” Cassie whispers from my right. “I’m going to go see if I can find my own hunky guy. You look happy, enjoy the evening and remember, you can always say no.”
My heart fills with warmth at her words. “I love you,” I whisper. “Have fun.”
She winks at me. “You too.” I watch as she walks away, she blows a kiss at me over her shoulder.
His hand goes to my back and he positions himself at my side. He raises two fingers and flags the barman down. “Easton,” he introduces himself once he orders us a drink.
I smile at him. “Hi, I’m Becky.”
He raises a brow. “Rebecca or Becky?” his voice thick and rich which sends shivers down my spine.
“Rebecca, Becky for short,” I reply, trying my hardest to keep my composure.
“Rebecca, it suits you.”
My heart races at the way he rolls my name with his tongue.
“So, Easton,” I begin. “What is your costume?” I ask him.
The corners of his lips turn up at the corners. “Bruce Wayne,” he tells me. “But seeing your costume, I’m thinking I should have come as Batman himself.”
I laugh. “I wish I were Catwoman,” I tell him. “I’m just the run of the mill cat.”
His fingers brush against the skin of my thigh, making my breath hitch. “Sexy one at that, you look beautiful, Rebecca. The moment you walked into this bar, you captured my attention.”
Damn. I think I'm in trouble.
Chapter 2
EASTON
Sitting at the bar with a bottle of beer in my hand, I’m enthralled by the woman that’s beside me. She’s fucking gorgeous. The innocence that radiates from Rebecca only adds to her appeal. She walked into the club and had no idea of the way she held every man’s attention. I could tell that she was uneasy when she first arrived, she was tense and kept her head down, but as the alcohol flowed, she began to loosen up. I knew the moment I saw her, that I wanted her, but when she smiled, I knew she was mine.
“How old are you?” she blurts out, her eyes wide and her lips parted.
I resist the urge to chuckle. She’s fucking adorable. “I’m twenty-nine, Rebecca, what about you?”
She reaches for her drink and brings the straw to her lips. “Twenty-one,” she replies and takes a sip. Ah, she’s young, it makes sense for her innocence that she has, she’s yet to experience everything. “Are you from here? You don’t seem to have an accent.”
Unlike hers, she sounds as though she’s from the Midwest. “I was born and raised here. My parents live thirty minutes away, my brother and sisters are still in the city too.”
Her smile is bright, which lightens those gorgeous brown eyes of hers. “That’s cool, are you close to your family?”
“Yeah, my brother is my twin and my sisters are a year younger than us.”