Lyssa Elora James had been stood up. Pulling her cell phone from her slim black purse, she glanced down at the softly glowing screen. Swiveling her stool around to face the bar, Lyssa set down her empty glass with a clink. She slid a ten across the bar and smiled at the server. You just let me know where to find that loser boyfriend of yours, and the deed is done. Lyssa smiled and shook her head. As of right this minute I have no boyfriend. The front doors were being guarded by a burly bouncer who stood next to a much shorter, curvy hostess holding a clipboard and snapping bubblegum.
Lyssa turned her gaze away from the cozy pair to the lurid mob of men and women crammed into the tiny place. Letting out a soft sigh, Lyssa decided to go home, but her gaze suddenly found him again. He was leaning against a doorframe at the other end of the crowded room.
She pursed her lips and swallowed hard, crossing her legs as heat immediately bloomed between her thighs. While his attention was focused elsewhere, she stole the opportunity to look her fill. Definitely a hunk, but not a pretty one.
Dressed in casual, worn jeans and a black leather jacket, he was a huge raven among a gaggle of clacking geese. The biker jacket minimized the breadth of his shoulders, but it broke open in front to show off a white tee stretched wide across drool-worthy pecs. Natural or chemically induced? She imagined peeling the shirt off him and touching every inch of those muscles.
The easy style of his dark hair accentuated the angular lines of his face and showed off his odd, piercing crystal eyes—a strange color that was distinctive even from across the room.
Must be a trick of the overhead lights. Her gaze continued to wander over his hard body, absorbing everything she could see and wondering about the rest. Lyssa felt a telling warmth spread across her cheeks. He nodded, a very slight inclination of his head but enough that she knew without a doubt that it was for her. He had definitely noticed her noticing him. Then she experienced what it was like to be on the receiving end as he boldly returned the same appraising perusal. A slow, sexy tug at the corner of his mouth and those eyes glinted like liquid silver.
The way they moved over her made Lyssa feel naked and hot. She wondered if her evening might get a better ending after all.
Sending him a small smile, she did a half-swivel on her barstool. The bartender chuckled and glanced over at her stranger.
Do you want some water? You might need it with the way the two of you are setting the room on fire. Would he approach her? He hesitated for a moment, looking away from her and back over the crowd, searching for something, or maybe someone? Oh well, it had been a nice thought—very nice—but reality intruded. The last thing Lyssa wanted was to encourage a flirtation with some guy whose girlfriend was due to descend at any moment, no matter how hot he looked. Those long legs ate up the space between them as if the room were completely empty, and he made a beeline for her like nothing could stop him.
Incredibly, a path appeared before him, the throng of bodies parting as if compelled by the strength of his will. She turned with an impatient groan, and smiled as politely as possible at the stranger who had sidled up to her left shoulder. She had to bite her tongue to keep from asking him to leave quickly before he scared off the guy she really wanted to come and sit down beside her.
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He leaned in too close, ostensibly to make himself heard over the loud music. Lyssa was treated to a generous whiff of stale cigarette smoke combined with the whiskey that sat heavily on his breath. He put a hand over the glass Ben had just set down in front of her and leveled an appraising look into the deep V of her neckline. Taking in the slicked-back hair and the metallic shimmer of his open-throated, disco-reject club shirt, Lyssa tried not to let the shudder of horror show on her face.
As if he heard her, his smile widened. You have great bone structure and a killer figure. I just thought that if you were looking to get into the business, I could help you out. I have some important connections, and maybe we could, you know…do each other a few favors. Had he really just suggested what she thought he had?
Lyssa stared at him, open-mouthed with shock. Tried desperately to keep a tight rein on her temper. Lyssa gritted her teeth, her patience reaching the snapping point. She just could not catch a break today. Meanwhile, her stranger would get scared off, thinking she was with the guy. If you believe what Moses wrote, then you must believe what I have written.
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